Ellen McGrath Smith: My Mother at the Alamo
I would later doubt my mother at the sink, her bruised eye shut, or my mother kneeling
near the orange bucket full of dirty water, ready to snap as drunken rants poured down.
Edgar Gabriel Silex: Theory of Mind
For my daughter . that look in her eighteen-month-old mind the instant in which the world is fashioned beyond simple acts of sticking everything in her mouth and her face … Continue reading
Michael T. Young: What My Daughter Thinks of Herself
My daughter browses a book on puberty. It tells her not to worry about her hips getting big and how to watch her weight. Even at eight she’s being … Continue reading
Michael Simms: Names
Lea wants to change her name to Tina. Her mother says she must think very carefully because a name has to fit. The wrong name can bind like someone else’s … Continue reading
Andrea Hollander: The Before and the After
At the airport terminal the coarse sound of wheeled suitcases, a toddler giggling, running a few feet beyond his father. A brown-haired woman at the kiosk that sells last-minute … Continue reading
