Letter to my daughter at Christmas

Letter to my daughter at Christmas

Dear Daughter, You were born two months early, and I wasn’t so sure either one of us would survive. But here we both are, eleven years later, and as Christmas draws near, my heart is writing this letter to you. Many times, I have commented that it is not easy being a...
Life as we know it

Life as we know it

“Last hug”, I joke to my father at the end of a protracted goodbye. “Never the last one,” he says into my shoulder. I memorize the smell of his checked shirt, the tower wall of his rib cage, the front door lamp, its flickering farewell. Backing out of the driveway, I...
Claiming my pen

Claiming my pen

In 12 step recovery circles, there is an expression people use sometimes: “I’m here claiming my seat.” It speaks to paying one’s dues through surviving addiction, as well as the fact that you are a member of the community just by saying you are. In the writing world,...

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