This morning I was born. My mother struggled with birth until dawn. I went home in her arms. I cried. I slept. My eyes focused on her beautiful, ephemeral face, familiar somehow though I had never seen it before. While she was getting pancakes on the table, I bounced on my sister’s knee. I listened…
Tag: time travel
Questions to My Future Self (A Mother Wants to Know How It All Turns Out)
This morning I am checking in with my future self. I have to gently wake her, because it is 4:30 a.m., and she is no longer in the habit of waking with babies all through the night. When she sees me standing there over her bed in the dark, she doesn’t mind. She treats me…
This Morning I Sat Down at the Table With My 22-Year Old Self
This morning I sat down at the table with my 22-year old self. She drank ginger peach black tea with cream and sugar. I drank darjeeling, black. We met in a cafe, the kind with classical music and the pleasant hum of conversation in the background. The people sitting next to us wondered if we…
Time Travel
I watched a really mediocre time travel movie last night. I won’t mention the name here for two reasons–Number 1– I laughed (uncomfortably) at a lot of the moments that were supposed to be sincere and heartfelt, (especially if Randy happened to be in the room…) and Number 2– I am a little embarrassed…