Family 
A Mother’s Hand(1)
In my earliest memory, I am holding my mother’s hand. The scene is not much more than a flash of images here and there, Towering concrete steps leading up to a hospital, A sunshine day that is out of kilter with what should be, And yet, there’s a constancy within, a simple, trusting security I’ve… Read More ›
To Morgan: She Rests in Beauty
When you were just a little girl, I wrote this poem after walking in on you in the middle of the day asleep on your bedroom floor. The scene was one I’ll never forget. In that moment, I knew there could never be anything more beautiful to me than you, nothing I could possibly love… Read More ›
To My Little Sister on Her Birthday
Ok, to be honest, I didn’t know what the big deal was when they brought you home from the hospital. I thought things were just fine before you. Leigh Anne did her thing. I did mine. The biggest fights were over whether to watch “I Love Lucy” (her) or “Gilligan’s Island” (me). In fact, it… Read More ›
A Tribute to My Sister
Today is my older sister’s birthday. As she will tell you, I enjoy pointing out that she is indeed the older one – if only by one year and twenty-three days – because I frequently get comments like, “Leigh Anne’s older?!?! I thought you were!” I tell myself the comments are just because I’m taller,… Read More ›
