A Second Look at the Vicious Cycle of Divorce

I am one of those children of divorce who grew up only to get divorced myself.  It is the typical sad story.  But then why am I so happy? My parents divorced when I was five.  I don’t recall much, other than a hazy impression of my mother arguing with my father while...

Time Stands Still

It was Day Eight of being home with our newborn. I sat on my colorful, checkered chair under the big window in our apartment. I wore a black nursing tank top that was wet with breast milk, a girdle-like belly wrap, high-waisted maternity leggings, and bare feet. My...

What Went Wrong? A story about plants. Mostly.

I gave them everything; the richest compost, careful misting twice a day, scrupulous weeding, and heaps of praise.   Situated as they were, outside the door where my son plays the piano,  they were even given regular serenades.   At first, the tiny, stumpy plugs of...