I ran out of peppermint cocoa this morning. Just like that. Not a single ounce to add to my morning coffee, nor console me that the fifth day of Pacific Northwest rain is not so terrible. My medically fragile daughter, recently diagnosed with anemia, is home...
“So, are you employed?” “Yes. I work about 60 hours a week. I teach my eldest daughter 5th grade, and I am her full-time nurse. I train our service dog. I run a household of four. I am a contracted writer and an amateur painter. I also volunteer my...
She and her Little approach the heavy, engraved door and knock. A faint “come in” compels her to enter. The home is a bustle of giggling girls, chatting moms, the sure-tell signs of festivity. Her Little runs to greet her friends, immersing herself in a...
// WHO AM I //
I am a Mother, a Wife, an Activist.
I am a Writer.
And in a time such as this,
as Cesar Chavez says,
“Art [should] disturb the comfortable,
and comfort the disturbed.”