She was a scruffy little thing when they handed her to me. Fingers in mouth. Brushy black hair worn off in back from scrubbing her head back and forth on the crib mattress. Skinny legs kicking wildly below a little sleeveless purple-and-white striped number. We first laid eyes on each other in a stuffy room … Continue reading My baby done graduated
Letter to My Sixteen-Year-Old Self Dear self, This is the only photo I could find of you. You held an instamatic out in front of you, hoping somehow to capture your own face, and pressed the little black button. I remember exactly when you took that photo. You had just gotten out of the shower. … Continue reading From the archives, because it's graduation central around here.
A Blessing from My Sixteen Years’ Son – Mary Karr I have this son who assembled inside me during Hurricane Gloria. In a flash, he appeared, in a heartbeat. Outside, pines toppled. Phone lines snapped and hissed like cobras. Inside, he was a raw pearl: microscopic, luminous. Look at the muscled obelisk of him now … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Mary Karr