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

Sleepy Seeds

I love to watch my animals sleep. I have three of them, two cats and a dog. They all have strong and particular personalities. There’s Seven the cat, who struts through the halls with a John Wayne swagger and a caterwaul made of sand paper and bourbon. But when I find her asleep in her… Continue reading Sleepy Seeds

Meanwhile, In Utah….

I hang up. “Beth, they’re coming to take our baby.” Beth at the sink, her shoulders slumped. “How can they do that?” “Our love scares them.” Her hands shake. Silverware clatters to the floor. “Shhhh. You’ll wake her.” Upstairs, tiny eyes open.