This morning Scratchy emptied a bunch of papers from his backpack into the trash before rushing off to school. I fished them out to put in the recycling and this crumpled paper caught my eye. I am From by Casey Frye I am from glasses and Nike From the beautiful mansion on 17th Pine Street […]
Daily Archives: February 22, 2016
Lately I’ve been dreaming about babies, but not the usual anxiety laden variety I am more accustomed to, but achingly sweet ones. In them I have a small child, sometimes a boy and sometimes a girl, one that nurses frequently but is precociously verbal. I am suffused with the warmth and almost chemical love that comes […]