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Grown don’t mean nothing to a mother.

A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What’s that suppose to mean? In my heart it don’t mean a thing.”

~Toni Morrison, Beloved, 1987




“Is the turtle dead?” I ask, again.

Initially I relied on Lucas for vital stats on our sometimes dead-looking new pet. Now I just ask to bother him a bit — and let him feel smarter than me.

No, Mom,” my fourteen-year-old rolls his eyes, exasperated and a little amused,  “and he wasn’t dead the last time you asked.”

I smile, relieved.

Turns out, it’s hard to tell if a heart is still functioning when somebody is wearing a hard enough shell.

Maybe that’s true for people, too.


Photo: Emlynn Photography


Isaac at Breakfast

We sit opposite ends of the family table, mother and son. His head slides like an owl — face always forward, gliding left to center, right to center.

Move and stop. Move and stop.

I puzzle at the movement, confused, then smile at his visual joke.

Ah, his head frames the rose.