motherhood

Deep in the Heart of Texas | Nonfiction

Deep in the Heart of Texas | Nonfiction

Everything’s bigger in Texas. Hairstyles. Speed limits. Greenhouse gases. And this cutting board – a recent gift purchased there by my daughter, a born-and-bred Georgia girl with indigo eyes and a penchant for digging up rocks in strange places. A coffee cup bearing...
Suspect | Poetry

Suspect | Poetry

A TSA agent lifts your nursling from your arms. Flagged, he says. Just a baby, you say.   The white man behind you navy tie, slightly loosened who’d just been cooing at your little one— fiddles with the cuff of his starched shirt steps around you feeds his briefcase...