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I’ve always been real proud of my feet. They’re sitting up there on the dashboard of this old Firebird as we drive through the desert. Lou’s flooring the gas, but…

My two-year-old daughter looks at me with rain in her face: “Mama, I want to go with you.” I stand, hand on door, my body vibrating with the urgency of…

Tashonda A. In the eyes of the law, this is my daughter Peyton’s name until our adoption finalization hearing this month. I imagine Angela*, her birth mother, whispering “Tashonda” in…

By the time this column is published, our family size will have increased by one. Since, as I write, the big event is drawing nearer every day, I find myself…

“Are you aware that your shoes don’t match?” Nora’s boss, Howard, greets her with an amused regard after she enters his office. She laughs along with him, even though he…

Dr. Paula suggested devising a family ritual as a way to create more intimacy in their relationship. An “emotional bridge” she had called it. A “family building block.” Lane had…

My friend is in the living room, crying. The more she cries, the worse I feel about almost not letting her in. If the baby wasn’t crying, screaming, really, I…

Balding, with a holistic practice. He pulls his trousers over his mild paunch, my dentist. In the bathroom of the 19th century building he has meticulously rehabbed is a calligraphed…

He’s made his way into our bed again, one small elbow dangerously close to my eye. And though I barely fit the sliver of middle you two back sleepers leave…

may I trade a cow’s skull cracked, stained half the jaw gone for your dirty T-shirt? it reminds me of oil-rags and sons, bums up over the engine of an…

They say I have moods, that I am moody. Well, actually, I have only three moods — neutral, upset, and very upset. It’s they that have the moods, if that’s…