The Cracks that Make us Whole
I was seven months pregnant when I found an injured baby bird hopping around the middle of the road in
Love
That Look of More Than Love
Ever had that look in your eye? It’s a look made not of love alone. It’s the reflection of a
My dear hyper-sensitive daughter,
I see it starting. When I put your jacket on and your sleeve bunches up and you scream and shake
Tiny Human
I stand leaning over the side of your crib, forearms resting on the hard plastic frame. At least I think it’s
