pilgrim . poet . ponderer of all things .
My Dear Girl, One day you will be grown. Right now you are small, and crazy-beautiful. All too soon you will become a teenager, then a woman. (You will still be crazy-beautiful). You will grow breasts, you will lose your button nose, you will get pimples and then grow out of them, you will probably …
When the books are folded closed on Christmas Eve, and we try to untangle ourselves from the muddle of competing narratives of a child born in the dirt and pain and hope, and of innocent assertions that maybe Santa lives in your tummy, too. And we leave hanging in the air like baubles, your wonderings …
