Of potatoes, parents and lion tamers

Of potatoes, parents and lion tamers

I stand at the sink and peel potatoes I feel the hard grit and sand under my nails and the hot water washing over my hands. I peel and watch the skin skein back and the white flesh of the bulb appear. I peel and I hear my son from his back bedroom. He is a tornado of...
You are my happy place

You are my happy place

Some days you just put one foot in front of the other. You don’t run, you simply walk, and it’s brave even when it might not look that way from the outside. Some days you take a newborn to your dentist appointment and when she starts to cry you just smile and tell...