Category Archives: Reading
All It Takes Is a Little Pop
When my mother walks, her left foot makes a popping sound. Every step is audible. It’s always been like that. She doesn’t know why or particularly mind. For me, the sound is like a ticking clock; my brain mostly tunes … Continue reading
A Small Hand in Mine
At first, she was the little face I saw in pictures when her mother and I began dating. When the time was right, she was the tiny body standing cautiously in the corner of the living room — wondering, waiting. … Continue reading
Who He Really Was
People say a mother’s love is blind, but that’s not true. For six years, I saw Tristan’s desperation and heard his lies, but that wasn’t the truth of who my son was. That was the shadow of addiction. I also … Continue reading
Unspoken Past
Why would my wife keep love letters and other keepsakes from past relationships and not tell me about them? I happened upon these boxes in the basement after a recent flood. It’s very confusing, especially since I told her all … Continue reading
Awkward Date
I went on a date last week and we really hit it off. We’ve gone on two dates and have been texting each other a lot in between the first and second date. However, after the second date, things got … Continue reading
Real Life of an MSW 