Listen! Crying in the kitchen and hollering in the hall Eight eyes rolling up so sharply, irises get lost Deep dramatic sighs of simmering discontent Mix with muttered murmurs of imminent mutiny From the other side of the house, a door slams Knocking the picture frames and our smiles askew Teenage daughters, my four darling divas,… Continue reading Teenage Daughter Bop
It is beautiful this thing that we call family. It is something better and stronger than the sum of its parts, yet somehow fragile. It is my grandmother’s legacy and my mother’s joy and someday it will be my responsibility to tend to.