Dear Mom

I keep your card by my bed. Twenty-sixth or twenty-seventh, I can’t remember. Though that isn’t what counts. What counts is the curvature of your penmanship-- the half-cursive swoops of “Love, Mom.” What counts is how I imagine your pen gliding through a happy birthday, and how you probably sang along as you wrote it … Continue reading Dear Mom

Rainy Day Ramble

When it rains I think of a different life. The one where our trio ran across parking lots and stood under lampposts at dusk. When we swore to be bound forever. When it rains I remember a lonely hometown road. Where the music in the car blared as I wept over someone who didn't deserve … Continue reading Rainy Day Ramble