Category Archives: My Kids

In the Quiet Spaces

some people when they hear your story. contract. others upon hearing your story, expand. and this is how you know  ~ Nayyirah Waheed   It’s been over seven months since I came out.   Long enough to cry a few … Continue reading

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My No-Trump Vote

There is no room in our White House for a misogynistic bully who degrades and shames and destroys women and who, by example, makes it acceptable for others to do the same. Continue reading

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46

I’m sliding gently into 46 today with coffee and contemplation. My birthday is a time in which I find myself reflective, introspective, even a bit melancholy. Don’t get me wrong… aging doesn’t concern me. I’m learning to love myself and … Continue reading

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Firstborn

It is not a debilitating disease. It is not a death. It is not a permanent loss or a mistake that can never be undone. But sending your firstborn off to college is not nothing. People have often asked us … Continue reading

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When We Were Young

We lived at Chris’s family farm, the three of us. Sam was the 6th generation Willis to inhabit the 100-year-old farmhouse. We tore out old ceilings, built bigger closets, painted every surface that could be prepped and sanded. We sang … Continue reading

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Graduation Day

When those four babies of mine still fit in my arms, I said I’d never forget. The smell of their heads, the soft of their skin, the curve of their toes, their paper-thin fingernails. But the truth is, I have. … Continue reading

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Dandelion Dreams

When I was little, I’d use them as yellow war paint, crushing stripes on my hands and cheeks and occasionally on my nose. Then I’d grab crabapples from the trees and ambush the neighborhood boys who left cigarette butts in … Continue reading

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