What if I carried them all, carried the immensity of your poisoned dreams, your ideas of what I should be? What if my shoulders tried to hold it all, bending under the load as I stride alone beneath the slender moon that trembles when she sees the burden I carry? Do I frighten you, with … More

Lessons

I learn from them, age 2 and 4. Little warriors, in pink, laughing and playing and learning. I learn how to laugh again, as we charge down the hallway, chasing away monsters with pink plastic swords and teddy bears. I learn wonder, when blue eyes widen as they hold snow in their palms. “Let’s wear … More Lessons