Category Archives: One Sentence Stories

In body I attend class, kiss my children, type notes into my computer, prepare for the end of term, but in spirit I am sitting vigil with the already-grieving mother in the ICU, a tiny dehydrated hand in hers, the … Continue reading →

You know your child has lived his day to the fullest when a full half hour before bedtime he climbs into your arms, still clutching the stuffed bear he caught at the day’s sunny, vibrant Mardi Gras parade, and asks … Continue reading →

A squinty-eyed newborn smile is an addictive drug for a tired momma. You may want to watch this with the sound on mute.

Wine and leftover birthday cake for dinner.

Parenting, like driving, is an act of such magnitude and potential for life-altering screwup . . . that when performing it, it’s best not to think too deeply about it and just enjoy the ride.