As my daughter Stella gets older, I sometimes think back to my childhood. The very young years are often a blur. I do remember feeling loved and safe and being filled with wonder. My earliest memory is from about four years old, I would guess, and I am in the front room of the first […]
One of my geraniums tried to commit suicide today. It jumped off the windowsill to the street below. I found it lying there, gasping for life. Who knows how long? Hours? How many people walked on by and stared? The dirt was dry and one of it’s branches snapped. I thought about leaving it there.
Here it is. Five in the morning and I am chugging coffee in a desperate attempt to get out from under my drooping eyelids. I just need my four-month old daughter, Stella, to sleep for a few more minutes before I need to be on. Being a parent sometimes feels like being a talk show