“Yesterday morning Leta smiled at me four times. It made me cry, which isn’t necessarily significant considering that her poop makes me cry, but she smiled with her mouth wide open and her eyebrows raised. I had read that she should be smiling at me by the fourth week, and at the end of last week I was sweating bullets that she might not reach this milestone on time. What if she never smiles? What if we’ve given birth to a smileless baby? Can a smileless baby get into college?
And then boom, she smiled all of a sudden, not once or twice but four times in a row. I spent the rest of the day breastfeeding and downloading applications for early entrance into several Ivy League schools.”
On the night of her 13th birthday
a full moon rises in the east,
large and yellow.
We watch in wonder.
Soon her party will begin.
The Coffee Sutras
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Julia lounging around with her new skateboard helmet.
“I ‘d like to tell you that I’ve been in the Bahamas where, according to the 12-year old, everyone went but she for winter break…”
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