The garage door lifted against the night. 4am may be morning, but all pitch black and silence, you wouldn’t know it. The car beep startled me awake as I slid into the driver seat, coffee clutched, and set out for Pittsburgh. Minutes before, I’d fingered the wisps of hair that fell across my baby’s forehead. …
Boxes line the study walls, still packed. Stoic smiles traded in school hallways, in passing. I rush home to be enveloped in a quiet house that’s not mine. I let no one in. It feels, it is, temporary. A walk on wet sand without a trace. A swim through water without a wake. But I don’t …
Going There I set out on the open road towards Salisbury, Connecticut, reacquainting myself with the Prius. My beloved beast of a minivan—my comfort, my crutch—had to stay at home with the boys. I know where I am in that van. I let my mind wander—sinking into the past as I stared intently ahead. My …
As the upcoming writing retreat steadily approaches, I’m preoccupied with the drive to get there—the ride alone, time on the open road, snaking New England highway, cloaked in winter. Just me, my radio music, my thoughts. That’s only the beginning, but much as I strain, I struggle to see beyond that. What I know is that seven women from …
Today I’m over at Raising Humans with a guest post on my friend Tricia’s lovely blog. Tricia is one of those people who blur the lines between real and virtual friendship. I am so grateful our paths have intersected and now run parallel. She is a gorgeous writer and a true storyteller whose words echo in my mind …
Dina L. Relles 