At The River

At The River

After I delivered Daffy on Thursday evening, our doctors and nurses repeated that we could stay in our room for as long as we wanted and that we could see Daffy as often as we wanted.  Our room was spacious with a comfortable couch for Danith to sleep on, but the next morning, he was … Continue reading

All Is Not Fair

All Is Not Fair

It was on a Saturday afternoon in April that I learned I was pregnant with Kiri.  I had been irritable and anxious all week, wanting to know but afraid of the answer.  I had just returned home from helping to clean a neighborhood park in honor of Earth Day, and I didn’t bother to shower … Continue reading

Watching The Leaves

Watching The Leaves

Yesterday, while preparing Italian sausages and bell peppers for dinner, I heard it outside.  Like knives, cold and metallic, hitting each other.  I dropped the peppers, grabbed my phone from the console, and hurried to the sliding glass door in my family room.  I had been right about what I had heard. Outside the wind … Continue reading

Climbing That Tree

Climbing That Tree

This evening I’m aiming for a Western meal.  Baby spinach with sliced strawberries and crushed roasted almonds and walnuts with a homemade vinegrette dressing; frozen lasagna that is baked until the edges are browned and crackling; and a warmed Italian loaf with grass-fed butter, presented on a wooden cutting board. As Danith and his mom … Continue reading

Links of Hope

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