Mia's hair is caught up in a ragged ponytail on her crown. Two tendrils dangle on either cheek like flyaway anchors dropped over the sid...

I dressed in darkness yesterday morning, with the bedroom door closed against the chill of an ill-insulated front-of-house. Our broad, North...

These jellyfish float around on their white, twinkling caps, all directions at once, like snowflakes who don't pay any attention to grav...

In 40 years, Justin and I will sit in matching chairs, reading silently in our own quiet brains. We'll turn pages -- or probably swipe a...

With Mia and Lauren at school all day, Landon is soaking up some extra-special one-on-one with moi. This basically means that he's craw...

Lauren was the baby who held on tight. Mia, she was different. She balked against the wrap of my fingers, trying to break free until I ...

I don't exactly have the correct metaphor for right now. Something about having been taxiing down a runway for all these years, and sudd...