Fiona is getting sick again. After a week of being sick, followed by a week of getting well, followed by another week of being sick, followed by last week, when she was well, she has started showing all the signs … Continue reading
When I was in graduate school at Ohio State University, learning to sniff out the bullshit in my writing, straining to write as honestly as possible, I read an essay called “The Visible Cripple (Scars and Other Disfiguring Displays Included).” … Continue reading
Wednesday Fiona is sitting in her highchair, eating breakfast. I am in the kitchen. “Mary Had a Little Lamb” is playing on the tablet. Just after the song goes “His fleece…” I hear Fiona’s talker say, “white.” I didn’t know … Continue reading
It’s hard to remember why the scene I’m about to describe was a shock. This kind of scene has become a near daily occurrence in just five weeks time. But on August 6th of 2014, it was a total surprise … Continue reading
Star In Her Eye 