I stood on the beach, allowing the tide to wash over my feet. The frothy water calmed me, like a wool blanket a mother places over her child. I felt secure, even happy that the sky wasn’t clear that day. The sky, dotted with clouds, made me realize that nothing can escape imperfection.
My twin […]

“‘Who are YOU?’ said the Caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, `I–I hardly know, sir, just at present– at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then,” cooed my mother in […]

Once again, my mother told me the story of how she met my father. I suppose I can gauge my place in life by my reaction to it; each time it means something very different.
“I didn’t want to move to Dallas,” she said over the phone, followed by a brief pause. My mother is […]