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In mid-August, the sudden onset of severe panic attacks landed me in the hospital for several days. Since then I’ve continued to struggle with generalized anxiety, although medication is helping. Walking through...
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Riding the old yellow Cub Cadet, I mow long rectangles around the back fields. Out in the garden, between me and the road, my husband works with the kids, tying short, thick tomato plants to their stakes with long strips of cotton. From where I sit, rattling and...
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“I’ve been so lonely,” I say, my words like a sigh, laying down a heavy weight. “How long have you felt this way?” she asks. There’s hardly a pause before the answer rises, “Always. I have always felt this way,” I reply. She nods, open and accepting, in a...
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“I’m feeling the invitation to sow seeds,” I said to a friend and mentor. // Every year my husband plants the garden. The children swarm around him like insects, digging and dumping seeds and then, later, when what has been done has been done,...
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Baxter: “You’ve made me strong, Mr. Molesly. Your strength has made me strong.” Mr. Molesly: “My what?!” // (Season Four Season Finale SPOILER alert) “Oh, Mr. Molesly.” This is what we said again and...
