I wore a long sweater to Christmas dinner, 2004: a long black sweater, to cover you up. You weren’t visible yet. Maybe I had just the tiniest roll over my pants that I could attribute to college weight. But to … Continue reading Now That I’m Being Honest

Gas flames roar as I attend to the kiln. Through the spy port I peer into the shimmering gold light. Cone 2 has curled over, signifying the kiln is heating at the proper pace. The firing is progressing well. My … Continue reading 1981

I remember laying in my doctor’s office in Ventura. I had to take a pill the night before which began the cramping and then come to his office the next day. When the noise of suction began, I was laying … Continue reading Almost a Mother?