As much as I write about my boys, there will always be things I do not say, The Unspoken. The following poem was originally published in Kakalak 2015. Things I Do Not Say His complexion was raspberry tea, and he could fit into a teapot twice. I don’t mention this when…
As Hurricane Matthew taunts the coast, October has broken into autumnal wet with white skies above. This morning, there were no picturesque sunrise photos to be captured. Everything has been blurred by rain, mostly misting: too fine to be stopped by an umbrella, too much to go without a jacket. …
Three years ago our little Lightning Bug flew to Heaven. Remembering Alexander Gregory today has been different than past years. This year I have the blessing of thinking of him while I hold his youngest brother, our rainbow baby, already ten weeks and more than ten pounds of joy.…
This past Saturday marked 30 weeks gestation for our little Bacon Bit. Every week continues to be a blessing, an affirmation of hope. And every week brings us a bit closer to holding our little boy. The thought makes my heart swell. And the thought makes my heart ache. Yesterday,…
I want to write one of these about kids today. Because while these “last generation” memes are sweet and nostalgic, our kids don’t have it too bad. My boys play in the street (we weren’t the last generation to do it!), running amok through the neighborhood, called in by the…