You Were a Vine

Image by Thomas B. from Pixabay

When He took you from me He promised you would become a flower. Any flower I chose. I thought of your resilience, remembered the times you should have caved but didn’t. When you ran, far before you walked, you wanted to jump. So you did.

I never gave you up willingly. I held on for dear life, squeezed you so tight to me your tiny hands dug into my …

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His Love of Nature

Picture by Kellepics, courtesy of Pixabay.

It was overcast today, but he knew what was coming. Summer started tomorrow. Tomorrow was the longest day. The Solstice. Tomorrow he would walk outside and greet the sun.  

Tomorrow was her last day alive.

He’d tried to fight it, tried to delay, but tomorrow was The Day. When the fight left him, he’d begged for that. At least let her have the Solstice. Let her have …

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My First Funeral

I entered the church and went straight to Emily. I hugged her, as we always do when we see each other, but I held on longer. She didn’t mind.

We aren’t family, so I wasn’t allowed to sit with her. I pointed to the pews along the side, where Judy sat. 

“I will be with her. I will always be looking at you, so if you feel like you need me I’m right there.”

I’d …

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Marilena Learns to Rage

Marilena woke promptly at 5:20 am to the soft chimes of her alarm. She took a moment to inhale and, as she exhaled, smiled to herself. Rising with a slight spring (it wouldn’t be proper to hop out of bed, nor would it be wise to move slowly), Marilena dressed in the workout clothes she’d laid out the night before, ensuring a smooth panty line and giving herself a moment’s thrill as she adjusted her …

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Childhood Anxiety Series

A three-piece series on Childhood Anxiety contributed to New Orleans Mom.

Part One is an Introduction:

The first time my daughter had a full panic attack I had one along with her. We were at the same gymnastics studio we’d been attending twice a week for three years. Her favorite coach and friends were already on the mat, but she was so terrified she couldn’t walk through the door. She gripped my arm, wailing

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The Missing Girl

Please note this story includes some minor sexual content. One day at a rest stop I was looking at the pictures of missing children on the board and one of them looked like me. It sparked this idea of a girl seeing herself at a rest stop many years after she went missing. Continue Reading

Motherhood is Changing, But I’m Still Tired

Contributed to New Orleans Moms.

These days I seldom fall asleep exhausted from a day of meeting basic needs. Instead, I fall into bed exhausted, but lie awake wondering if I properly managed that emotional outburst or over-explained the concept of cancer. Was I too angry at her innocent questions? Did he feel neglected because I kept looking at my phone? Am I doing any of this right or will they remember how I

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