reframing femininity
His voice is hushed when he answers the phone. “I’m in Memeem’s duck blind.” For my entire life my brother has not been known for getting up early. In fact, historically, I don’t call him before noon. Yet my brother is like most men from the small Southern Louisiana town where I grew up, and…
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She was radiant. Ruby red lipstick, a thin gold chain around her neck, and hair touched with the slightest curl—the kind that only come when you’ve stopped trying to fabricate them.
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We poured ourselves out cupful, bucketful streaming, gushing pumping it out every last ounce
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“We know that we are adopted by God when we are embraced by our brothers and sisters.”
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Our daughter Katie is graduating from high school in a few short weeks. I am already anticipating how quickly the summer will pass, a blur of “last moments” before leaving for college in the fall.
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I don’t know how to do this.
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