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.
Friday, April 22, 2011
I Have Never Missed
When it's over, it's over, and we don't know any of us, what happens then. So I try not to miss anything. I think in my whole life, I have never missed the full moon or the slipper of its coming back. or a kiss. Well, yes, especially a kiss.