Tuesday, April 30, 2013

The last day of April

and it's my Dad's 83rd birthday. Last night I was making a chocolate sour cream cake 
for this occasion and he was watching "The Unforgiven", and he looked up at me and said, 
"we've had a lot of birthdays together". I'm wondering if this endurance in time, this 
persistent scramble to understand, is the real hallmark of love?

Friday, April 26, 2013

As far as I can tell

this is a solitary time for her, although her days seem crowded with activity and change.

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Enmeshed :

These days I can't help thinking about how we are all rolled up in one another's lives-- 
it's unwieldy and intimate-- sometimes claustrophobic, sometimes all the comfort I need.

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Every Friday afternoon,

there is an hour when I sit across the room from my daughter and watch as she puzzles out the details 
of Satie with her piano teacher. Her concentration shows in her straight spine and I am undone 
by the strand of hair spilling down her back.

Monday, April 8, 2013

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Monday, April 1, 2013

Seeing the girls at this distance

I can almost imagine them traveling the world on their own, and I feel a crack and
a shudder like the instant an iceberg breaks in two--a seam of cold water outlining 
the long white scar.