Nostalgia Table. (draft)

Thanksgiving will be small this year but not infelicitous. Which is to say there will be three of us seated at the table, not the double-digit chair count of my childhood or some of the years during my time as a Wife. Though several others were invited, they've all found holiday homes for the day … Continue reading Nostalgia Table. (draft)

Not breathing too much.

We're not supposed to disrupt your life. We're supposed to fit-in beautifully. Fill a gap, a hole in your heart, in your life. Baby caulk. We were in need of rescue, shelter, family (which we have before we meet, by the way, before you erase that history or change our names, deny our heritage, replace … Continue reading Not breathing too much.

Bloom.

Old-fashioned peony, Thomas Jefferson's Monticello. D. J. Dawson 2019. Hello to all you mothers out there. Hello to you and your Offspring, be they from your imagination, womb or another's. This post was started last weekend and it's taken me that long to get my thoughts in reasonable order. Early evening, on the way home … Continue reading Bloom.