My first child was born shortly after I turned 28. Having learned nothing about babies in my own upbringing, I approached my new role like a college course I refused to fail. Between the deficit of attention in my childhood and the fact that I waited until I wanted children before having them, I glommed […]
Month: March 2019
Poetry is the best gift during a final visit
Dear Mary Oliver, I didn’t follow my own rule and now it’s too late. I took your poems to Arizona a few weeks before my grandma turned 90. I knew it was the last time I would see her. Diabetes had taken two of the things she loved in life — reading and hiking. Several […]
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