Month: October 2009

I hear my daughter say “Where did my Mommy go? She never sings anymore.” If I could reach out to you, I would. If it was possible to see beyond the lid that presses down my heart, I would look to you. But as it is, I stay a petulant,…

A mother’s identity lost in the first cry of her child. A mother’s identity found in the first smile of her child. But years later when the novelty has worn off, who does Mom become above all? Someone’s wife? ONLY A MOTHER!!!!! A Maid. A Musician. A Dancer. A Storyteller….

Only in childhood can we don a fuzzy yellow Tweedy Bird snow cap in July…in L.A. and walk into a Hallmark store to do a little browsing. Only in innocence can we wear what peaks our fancy and be thrilled with only our perception of how we look. Tea parties…

“Mommy, why do you drink so much coffee?” “In a word…you.”