It had been a week and Oona was still in a cocoon. No one really wanted to wake her unless we had to. She wasn’t eating, or she wasn’t eating much. She would take a sip from a straw if one of us gave it to her, and then she would settle back into the…
Chapter Seven – Cleaning House
There are two memories of my mom that stand out vividly in my mind, moments that I will never forget, moments that shaped the path of our relationship. The first was when I was nine years old. I came home from school upset. At that time our maid was Anna; she was younger and uninvolved,…
The Siren’s Song
There's a pain, a numbness, a vacancy left inside one who is molested. It doesn't matter so much the degree to misuse or abuse... The hole presses in with the smallest infraction. There's a shame that comes with the wounds made then that make the scar now that much more noticeable - a guilt that…
Life is loss.
In Ann Voskamp’s book “One Thousand Gifts” this is her admission, her announcement, her proclamation. Life is loss… when, what, who will you lose? It’s not a matter of will I lose, but solely when will I lose. Loss is familiar to me. One of my first childhood memories is wrapped in death.…
October Rain
“The rain falls on the just and the unjust.” This is true. Only, when the rain falls on the unjust, we don’t feel it as much. It perhaps doesn’t look or feel like rain as much as karma. But, when the rain falls on the just, the delightful, beautiful souls that flavor life with salt and illuminate…
Barren
Barren. That word stings whether you are unable to have one or unable to have more. There is something that feels unnatural about that. Barren. You picture cracked dirt and lifeless ground. And it resembles what it feels like - a curse. I was the girl who dreamed big! Big aspirations, big plans, big families!…
Leslie A. Lamb 