days of the week (clap clap)

Monday’s child is fair of face,Tuesday’s child is full of grace.Wednesday’s child is full of woe,Thursday’s child has far to go.Friday’s child is loving and giving,Saturday’s child works hard for a living.But the child that is born on Sabbath day,Is bonny and blithe, good and gay. I was born on Sunday. Today is Wednesday. Yesterday […]

Shell

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall What is wrong with me? “Moral injury” is one thing, as recently explained to me by an article in the New York Times. The Times notes, “the deep distress that can emerge when you feel that your values have been violated, either by yourself or someone else. The resulting […]

PUmpkin Eater

Touchtown: don’t get upset. Touchtown isn’t related to football, or pedophelia. It’s what they called a children’s area at the Kansas City Zoo. The “touch” was the touch of scruffy goats and bushy sheep. The sound was that of bleating, and the look was of red capped gumball machines dispensing pellets of generic feed, intended […]

passage

“It’s the fourth quarter,” my aunt said. We had eaten pizza, and now we were sitting on family heirloom dining room chairs, around a big table. “Death is never pretty,” my uncle said. And that felt truthful. My sister said she regretted so much not having children. We got updates on the addict, the pregnancies. […]