I remember a story, whose author I don’t, of a boy in an accident. And when he comes home with one arm and one empty space his sadness digs in deep. Bed-covers become a shield to the outside world when he refuses to see anyone. Embarrassed and angry because no one can relate. Not even … More Oh, Lord!
Women begin to come and go and I barely believe I actually am one of them. Fifteen years of marriage and three kids in I feel like I’ve slid across some invisible line into a middle ground of sorts. Not really young and twenty, and not really feeling the lean of the bend of fifty, … More When Womanhood Becomes