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I am enough.   Even if the people I love are not always happy. Even if I still don’t know how to balance a checkbook or save money or pay my bills on time. Even if I never lose this last twenty pounds. Even if I don’t know what to...

Do you ever notice that the shadows you thought you left behind creep back up on you, into you, weave into your muscles and synapses, camp out for the night beneath your shoulder blade or in the hollow of your hope, darkening the space between...

I was tossing and turning, unhappy and physically uncomfortable in my "current situation". I asked for this, yet it burdened me. What does this mean? Lacking the precious routine that once ruled my life (and had me in a better place), losing sight of what...

My mother was one of eight.  I am one of six.  I thought I would surely be the mother of four or five.  I always gravitated toward babies.  Every family occasion would find me with whoever had the youngest child.  I looked forward to pregnancy, and...

It’s hard to know where to begin. I’ve been writing this in my head for weeks and still I don’t know how to give you the background to understand the importance of eight words I heard ten years ago. I was given up for adoption at birth...