All in Life


 But in South Carolina the plants were neon, the color deep, as if a cut leaf could be used as a marker, as if their pigment might transfer easily to paper.


It’s hard to find a place to start, a moment in which to pinpoint the change; the feeling of going from pregnant me to mother, the moment in which my son went from being a part of me to being a person in his own right.

Dead Fish

My three year old brother explored the beach, armed with his red plastic pail and a little yellow shovel: the tools of all children taken to the seashore for a day.