How I Found the Adult Section (a love letter to my Mother)

  I started reading “grown-up” books when I was around ten years old. A small bookcase sat in the hallway at my friend’s house, and the glossy hardbacks crammed on its shelves called to me. I’d already worked my way through the Sweet Valley Highs and Nancy Drews and the sad stories of young girls losing their fathers to… Continue reading How I Found the Adult Section (a love letter to my Mother)

Ugly Pumpkins

Aaron brought home another ugly pumpkin. “From my mom to you,” he said, plopping it on the counter in front of me. It looked like a giant brown dingleberry with a pinched off turd for a stem. At least the last ceramic pumpkin Sue gave me was close to the right color. That one was… Continue reading Ugly Pumpkins

Beloved

My Mom says she named me Amy because it means ‘beloved.' “I could’ve named you Laura,” she says. “Would you’ve liked that better? Laura?” Her arms rest slightly crossed, one hand holding the pipe in the air like a magic wand she might presto over my head at any moment. She‘s high enough to take… Continue reading Beloved