I wanted to call this guest post series How Kate Got Her Groove Back but my SpideyEnglish-Teacher-senses tell me that’s maybe plagiarism. Or something. And by “or something” I mean “totally not what Kate wanted to call the series but would’ve if she’d asked me.” (Also? I do not think I actually have that kind…
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The scent of torment and love
My mama lied about her age so she could start working in a restaurant as soon as she turned 15. By the time she became a single mother to me 9 years later, she’d moved to another state, but her job was the same. And now it was a job of necessity instead of choice….
Social Distortion
Monday morning I read an article that covered the AAP’s most recent findings that Facebook can lead to depression in teens and tweens. With all the emphasis teens and tweens put on having friends and being accepted and seen as cool, this makes total sense to me. (What I linked to above is not the…
I am 7, after all
I feel the soil between my toes, hard and a little dusty. I can see the heat in the bean field rising up over the bushes as I amble between the rows, relentlessly throwing the little bean pods into the five-gallon bucket that my smallish 7 year old self won’t be able to move soon….
I am Prufrock
I’m walking. Again. I’ve been walking for two days now. Trying desperately to evacuate him. He’s overdue. I’m huge. I want to meet him. I am impatient. So I walk. And I am tired of walking. And then? My water breaks. And I walk some more to make sure. And yes, this is it. We…