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  • Portable God

    A sudden intake of air is followed by a squeal. “Mommy!!!” My baby girl calls my name and her feet do a dance on the mattress of her crib. She runs across the crib…

    Oct 27
  • The Smell of Normal

    I walk in at her prompting; she’d called my name over and over like the non-stop hum of the a/c. “Mamamamamama.” My entrance stops her mid-stream,and she exchanges chatter for grins. Her little brown…

    Mar 7
  • Looking for Grace

    We rode in silence neither attempting to open our mouths. I didn’t dare look at him. I couldn’t. His face so familiar; I couldn’t bear to read his thoughts. I didn’t want to see…

    Sep 12