Baby Sprouts

Baby Sprouts

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 think … Continue reading

Finding Daffy

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 would … Continue reading

A Steadfast Memory

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’ve … Continue reading

Going Back To See My Son

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 my … Continue reading