Skin Deep

"Imma," she says in her 'I'm going to tell you something incredibly insightful now so you better stop what you're doing and focus and make sure your phone is on hand to record this' voice, so naturally, I turn. "I know you're not going to believe this, so I'm telling you now you have to … Continue reading Skin Deep

Grown-up

I guess I'm a grown-up now, I think, as I sit here translating her words in my head, then translating my words before I stumble them out of my mouth and into the air where they embarrass me by screaming out "FOREIGNER" in this big room that can't possibly hold the emotions she so casually … Continue reading Grown-up

A Poppy Seed Cookie

“Ok, ok,” she said in what I think might have been an annoyed kind of tone. “I’ll show you how. Come downstairs later and you can watch me. But I don’t know amounts…just watch…just watch.” Later, I watched. Her tiny hands, even smaller because of the arthritis that kept her fingers curling in, worked at … Continue reading A Poppy Seed Cookie

Du Bist A Nazi

Du bist as Nazi, du bist a Nazi! I turn in horror. He's a little boy.  Maybe four years old.  His blonde hair curls at his ears...his blue eyes sparkle with the sort of mischief I should expect from a little boy at the park with his friends without supervision. And the other boy...three years … Continue reading Du Bist A Nazi

Can’t I Be The Mom I Want To Be?

They told me kids grow up too soon...so I feel a little guilty right now... Because it doesn't seem soon enough to me... I don't know if I was made to pick up toys all day...have my skirt used as a tissue...field questions about witches and monsters...listen to never-ending whines about everything and anything...all as … Continue reading Can’t I Be The Mom I Want To Be?