By Gillian Kessler. Anxiety sneaks in on little rat wings, as I prepare to leave my children for a significant amount of time.
A poem from a daughter to her mother.
Poem: mom and daughter work and grow together in the garden.
“The day is a woman who loves you.”
Real is that this story starts and ends with a boy.
Real is still about love and the idea of being in love.
Real is this love, this life, this boy. Forever.