Reflected in the mirror was me and Janie. She was bigger. Brushing our teeth, shoulder-to-shoulder, I watched as the white foam bubbled and frothed from our lips, watching her watching herself, wondering if this would be a night when she…
Jasmine crawled into my lap. She was wearing the pink flannel nightie I’d made for her. You couldn’t buy them anymore because they combusted children, apparently. Jasmine was her usual little furnace of heat and felt like a sack of…
Born with this big bundle, bursting and chattering, scattering love like dropped petals from wildflowers, carelessly and carefully. “Look what I picked for you, Mommy!” From my hot and sweaty hand she takes them, but later I find them withered…
Yesterday I pondered: Why is gluttony considered a sin? Or, why would God, if there is such a being, care whether I overeate? In other words, is it not God’s will for me to enjoy the edible abundance and bounty…