Missing you

Sadness and loss never leave my heart completely Just when I think I’ve got a handle on it and I’m a master of detachment the emptiness slips right back in I miss my real brother I miss his three children I miss his wife I miss my youngest real brother he who does not want to know me I miss … More Missing you

Rewriting My Script

I went out to dinner recently with my family to celebrate my adoptive mother’s birthday. It was a last minute assembly, and they were thirty minutes late to the restaurant. Despite the tardiness, which is the norm for my mother, it turned out to be a very pleasant evening. Though we live close by, I … More Rewriting My Script

Could Have

If my mother had kept me I could have nestled against her skin as a newborn, comforted by her voice, her scent. I could have felt safe in her arms, instead of alone in a hospital. She’s an earth sign, like me. We might have gotten along, with the usual mother and daughter ups and … More Could Have