There is a half empty juice box in my hotel room fridge. As I pour a glass of wine for myself in a plastic tumbler, I’m standing eye to “eye” with a Tupperware container full of old, soggy peanut butter crackers. Two little baby washcloths are hung to dry over my shower curtain rod. Earlier…
Category: Jack
This Post is Three Days Late
He turned one. It was terribly sad. Until it wasn’t. We had a few gifts, a few party hats, a few cupcakes. I had bought Liam three small gifts from a trip to the Aquarium earlier in the summer – no big deal, bought as afterthoughts, but as it turned out the only stuff I…
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I am home for the weekend. I have been living every second with the boys. Liam doesn’t sleep well. I am tired. Liam goes down for a nap. Jack is still awake, playing all by himself in the front room. I lie on the couch. I am mostly asleep in seconds. Soon I feel a…
Friday Night in Mo-Town
I am drinking my second beer of the night, in my hotel room, listening to the sounds of the various humans occupying their little blocks of space beside me, below me, above me. My friend and fellow law clerk keeps hinting via text that he’d love some company at the sports bar downtown, but I’m…
Happy Mother’s Day
Mother’s Day morning at church. A carnation for me, my mother-in-law, all the mothers who come. Home for lunch. And then I drive away. I’m really sad.