balloons on your chair.

july 15th was my cousin’s birthday.  it was his first in heaven; it was our first without him. ____ it was your birthday… and i cried for you. seeing balloons dance in the wind around grief.. around graves… i cried for you. everyone had left by then. i was late to the party they had; ...

introducing a new “sape”…

so, my girlie has one of those tupperware shape ball toy things. (those of you who had/has one knows exactly what I’m talking about.) i’ve started saying the name of the “sapes” as we put them in, and she’s picked up on the pretty basic ones: “curckle, skare, and obul,” etc. the pentagon and hexagon ...

an ode to potty-training

she looks up,  alarmed and sure; “opty! opty!” she declares! we sprint quickly down the hall, removing shorts and underwares.   for 15 minutes, we sit and talk water running while we wait. we sing songs and count to ten, in hopes the urge will recreate.   “are you done?” i ask again from where ...

remembering my Gone-to-Soon.

i remember you today… my tiny one, my Gone-to-Soon, my little Sparrow. i remember you today… when i’m told “Happy Mother’s Day!” as people see me with your sister. i hold her hand in my right; my other hand Empty. my heart holding you. i remember you today… and that Moment when i first knew ...