First Night

First Night

First Night The house is quiet. All three of you, oblivious, sleep soundly in your beds. You trust me to keep you safe. Happy. All by myself. The house is dark. Only one light remains in the kitchen. A white candle lit. You must assume I am normal. Steady Mommy. I dig for courage. The…

Blackberry-Season

Blackberry Season

The distance between my front door and my sister’s back door is less than two-tenths of a mile. My three children and I have covered every inch of that narrow road for what seems like a thousand little trips. As I walk quietly along that familiar route in my sleepy seaside town this afternoon, I…