request
nearly 4, and already curating his collection: “can you make me a CD of johnny cash?†I, too, stared at the covers for hours while listening, listening with the eyes.
nearly 4, and already curating his collection: “can you make me a CD of johnny cash?†I, too, stared at the covers for hours while listening, listening with the eyes.
a score and a half of kids, queued at a crack in the sidewalk, straddling bikes, awaiting my outstretched arms to drop to race for the tower: ready, set, go!
a virus threatens my weekend of birthday parties. hot sleep, cloudy head. the street is quiet for the first time in recent memory. thankful, mixed with aches.
the poem that doesn’t get written is often much louder than the one that sneaks onto the page. as a parent, I’m not always proud of the way that i choose to turn away from a tantrum.