Links of Hope

When I was pregnant with Kiri, I shared with one doctor a secret. In my heart of hearts, I believe we will bring this baby home. I don’t like to say that aloud because I don’t want to appear arrogant and risk being punished for it. I lived almost every day with Kiri with trepidation.Continue reading “Links of Hope”

The Magic In Not Knowing

Even as an adult I asked mothers why they loved their children.  Their initial response was spiked with indignation.  Why wouldn’t I?  They hadn’t understood that my question was one of sincerity.  Sure, a parent loves her child.  But why?  I loved (and still do) our deceased dog Pluto because of his innocent, tender faceContinue reading “The Magic In Not Knowing”

Summer of Growth

Growing up, I yearned for what a small house with a green lawn and a white picket fence represented.  I yearned for parents who cherished each other, and who cherished me.  I yearned for what I had read about in books and what I had seen on TV and what I had overheard from classmates: laughter atContinue reading “Summer of Growth”

Time Of The Fireflies

In the summer, nearing the end of twilight exists that time of the day when fireflies emerge and flash their bottom.  They flutter with their long slender black wings, and light from their glowing ends glimmers among the thick grass, holly berry bushes, and maple trees.  While in flight, their bright tails are too finickyContinue reading “Time Of The Fireflies”

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 thinkContinue reading “Baby Sprouts”