Happy birthday, sweetheart

He is a dream cupper and a hand holder and a call it like he sees it. He is deep thinking, tender kissing and recognize your limits. He is faith of rocks, and wisdom deep, be still and know, and it’s going to be okay. He is sun rise and sun set, day after...

March 9, 1974

On the cusp of spring, night inky, I joined the world black and blue, into the hard light of a Seattle hospital. Big and round body, eyes on their way brown. My mama, gaze warm and hair long, ached to hold me, touch me. It was an amazing day, my papa says. A girl, I...

My girl is 10

My first born girl turns 10 today. Soon I will kiss her 10-year-old cheeks and think how much they still smell like her 9-year-old cheeks. And I will cry in private moments, wondering how 10 years can pass like wind. And I will smile telling the stories of her birth...

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