Carnies
Fall has fallen. My baby boy, struggling to master the art of stepping upright, stumbles against the ottoman once more. We’re officially in the cruising phase (easily confused with the bruising phase). I think of the series of phases he’ll go through next, all the way through adolescence when, Dr. Spock and his contemporaries would [...]
Book Scars
Good Southern, church-going gals are not supposed to fear death. Premarital sex, Wal-Mart, male kindergarten teachers, those are all ok to fear. But not the great passing-on. No, if you’re a person of faith, you’re supposed to welcome it. Or, at the very least, not have an unnatural paranoia of it.
But I do. I always have. [...]