My home answering machine blinked a bright, red “F,” it’s message tape full. My cell was burned-out. So was I. For a week now messages had come at me heavy and hard from every communication device I held. Beep: “Hey I haven’ t heard from you, are you in Haiti? Getting a baby? Hope so. […]
I’ve been called a loving woman, an emotional chick, a crazy runner for donning my jogging gear in winter and trotting through Central Park, a fair poet, a passionate writer, an overtime thinker, a supportive sister and a daughter who has made her parents’ proud. But I’ve waited a lifetime to be called, mom. Once […]
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