some thoughts on motherhood, marriage, learning to love my own face in the mirror, wondering about the lady in the tangerine coat in the bean aisle at the market, writing - the usual suspects.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Tangled In My Hair
Journal entry/ 2003
Bill lived in Bernardsville. I drove home with him one Christmas on my way to NYC. His small bird sat on my head the whole way, tiny feet tangled in my hair.
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