for Janey on her 47th birthday “Lick, drink, suck,” my big sis and I instructed the tequila novice seated at the card playing table. As sisters we lifted, tipped, and threw back colorful shot glasses in unison, sealing a bond that surpasses DNA. In between hands dealt and crazy laughter, I looked to my right and saw a woman I worshipped before I could walk. Our childhood of Barbies and cribbage games; paper dolls and playing school; tickle fights, car cuddles, and quiet readi
I have never aspired to be a fireman or an astronaut or the president. I have dreamed to wake up as a Wild Flower. A wild flower with vibrant Poppy hues and Golden Rod’s unkempt leaves; Bold as Black-Eyed Susan and independent as Meadow Sage; Boasting the delicate, unpredictable patterns of Queen Anne’s Lace. Stretching to grow free - like the fierce Ivy rejoicing in the Daisy sun and Violet rain. I’m far from fussy; every wild flower is unique and lovely, yet somehow more am
Today is the day. Today is the day you bury your husband - the love of your days, the lilt in your song. Today is the day you walk away from church and grave as you once were – before: singular, female. Yet different. because of him, because of his love. marked by his light. In high noon times, it is hard, impossible even, to remember darkness. Even on this longest day, every sunrise must set. photo: Ed Siderewicz Today is that day.