I want to keep my eyes closed today.

9/11 is the day before 9/12 and just a few months before 11/27.

The first changed us all.

The second would have been my parents' 35th wedding anniversary.

The third is the day my father died 5 years ago and will be my mother's 54th birthday.


I'm hormonal.

Started my period today after being 16 days late on a cycle that had us wondering if I sold our jogging stroller too soon.

The first day of my last period was July 16.

I spent equal amounts of time devoted to wanting to be and hating myself for hoping I wasn't.

Now that I'm not, I wish I was.


One day I'll have to explain the significance of 9/11 to a little girl who dreams of fairies.

Did you know they smell like cinnamon?

I'm not exactly sure how I'm going to explain to her that nothing smells like cinnamon when the first domino falls.