Childhood Twice Over

What is more baby brother than a shy knock on my bedroom door? What is more baby brother than his body flopping onto my bed, keeping his feet in the air so that they don’t touch the pillows. I remember the summer we changed our names and begged dad for guinea pigs. The summer I [...]

Pollen in June

Pollen in June is summer’s snow, sticking to my sweat.   Pollen in June is a gentle snowstorm  coating the swings, the strollers, and slides.   The playground is full of mothers and their children, wearing bright cotton t-shirts and shorts, wearing sunglasses to watch the kids, wearing pollen in their hair.   A father [...]