Inviting the Reader’s Gaze

“In the particular is contained the universal.” – James Joyce Sometimes I have to forget about you–the reader. Your gaze invokes my self-consciousness. And my self-consciousness strangles the work. Or stops it all together. (Fear is a powerful dam.) But, I knew the risks when I decided to start this blog. When I decided to invite your gaze.… Read More

An Open Letter to the Children Who Aren’t Mine

For all of the nannies,  who devote their time and their hearts to caring for children who aren’t their own. ______   “They” say I have to draw a line through my heart. I can love you, but only so much. Only the appropriate amount. Because you are not mine. What “they” (the ambiguous, omnipresent, “they”)… Read More

The Peril of The Pause

The wind barreled down the concrete breezeway and slapped my bare cheek as I walked through the library doors. I held a tottering stack of books flush against my chest, their corners digging into my ribs through my sweater. Inside the library, I had felt calm, as I usually do. The dank, dusty smell and… Read More