Monthly Archives: June 2011

I remember – a little girl sitting on my hands on the walkway. The gravel dug into my palms, hurt bad and I cried. But I mustn’t, mustn’t suck my thumb, my mom admonished me.  My big brother and sister … Continue reading →

It is almost embarrassing to admit that I finally wrote a letter that I “should have” written when I was 15 years old. At 15, I was so terrified of being rejected that I kept a deep, dark secret all … Continue reading →

My mother moved about from from one task to another, making fabulous meals in what seemed a chaotic dance, like a hummingbird flitting from flower to flower. If I dared to enter the kitchen during her creative process to grab … Continue reading →