Mother Flame

She took the edge off a biting chill warmed our home with no whiff of fireworks consuming scant resources for her efforts  Her flame housed within confinements of her era, class, her gender and background danced with unique passion within ‘her place’  Not a doting Donna Reed type nor an activist burning her bra she … More Mother Flame

Motherhood

I only slept in patches then an hour when she napped and maybe two or three at night after play and story times, stroller walks and giggles As I walked by her room at night littered with toys and books I’d pause to watch her peaceful sleep before doing my grown-up chores Last night she … More Motherhood

Cupcakes in a Jam

She was already late. Some wreck on the highway had cars piled up for miles. Leslie was driving Amy to the airport for no reason other than she didn’t know how to say no to her friend’s request. Amy’s third grader fidgeted in the back seat as they sat at a standstill in traffic. Silence … More Cupcakes in a Jam

Impermanence

In a studio each day with the corps de ballet Then a teacher for children struggling to read A single mom of a son with no experience with boys Those identities, impermanent  A technical writer penning Help for app users A designer for professors putting courses online A stay-at-home mom while their dad traveled for … More Impermanence