Poem: Waking

Waking by Stephen Dobyns Waking, I look at you sleeping beside me. It is early and the baby in her crib has begun her conversation with the gods that direct her, cooing and making small hoots. Watching you, I see…

Blessing

I realized something this morning. sambear was more solicitous of me during the ER visit and surrounding nastiness than husband v.2 was during my entire pregnancy. I don’t mean just during the delivery and hospital stay. I mean the entire…

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