I accustomed myself to accepting death at a very young age. Death happens. A person is born, she lives, and she dies. At its simplest form, a leaf sprouts, soaks in the sun, ripens with color, and crumbles between the fingers in the fall. In the spring, the cycle will start up again. I thinkContinue reading “Baby Sprouts”
Monthly Archives: June 2017
Finding Daffy
The night we came home from the hospital, I slid into my neighbor’s car, and she drove us to a shopping plaza, where we parked beneath a crabapple tree. Up the small hill opposite us, cars drove by, their headlights giving shape to a white Greek Orthodox Church. I told my neighbor that I wouldContinue reading “Finding Daffy”
A Steadfast Memory
When I was about three years old, my mother took me to her friend’s house for a party. It might have been a birthday party or a housewarming party, or it might have just been a simple get-together. What I am certain of is that we don’t have any pictures from that afternoon, since I’veContinue reading “A Steadfast Memory”
Going Back To See My Son
I wanted to show our students Akeelah and the Bee, so a coworker loaned me her copy of the movie. I am preparing for today’s class by testing out the DVD to make sure it will play without a hitch later. My fingernail pushes into the small rectangular button located on the side of myContinue reading “Going Back To See My Son”
