Whisked out into the cold fall air I remember no words spoken just the unnerving strangeness of a night journey My father driving us in the car having been spirited from our beds and wearing heavy coats over pajamas our footie-feet scratching over leaves as we hurried out four together on the back seat as we … Continue reading Autumn 1970
Month: October 2017
Filtered light
"Don’t you love how the light is there?" Light and dark meant something different when I was younger, and my kids were little, probably because, like all of us moms, I was so busy. Light and dark were just days and nights of blurry movement that ran together, one exactly like the day before. To … Continue reading Filtered light
Stolen (#MBCAD)
I still keep their names in a list. Technically, I don’t need to hang on to the list; I mean, I don’t even work there anymore. I never really needed to keep a list in the first place; it just seemed to me like there should be some kind of a record of their names. I … Continue reading Stolen (#MBCAD)
A new stage of breast cancer “awareness”
It’s October again. I know this not from the calendar, or by the pumpkins. I had not yet noticed the leaves beginning change, or the days ending earlier. But I know with certainty that it is October because I am a breast cancer survivor, and everywhere I look, everything, it seems, is pink. October, as … Continue reading A new stage of breast cancer “awareness”
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