We’re receiving no signal; the Mother-board’s down. Her summertime circuits are fried. No more meals, no more cleaning: you’re all on...

Time was I had you close by, day and night, awake and asleep. ~~~ Now you come for a few days, a week, and it’s so easy to accept your return, ~~~ like a familiar blanket to curl up under, so hard to accept the return of your absence after what is a mere moment in my heart. ~~~ I remember time was I thought you’d be mine forever in some way, distance be damned, then proceeded to teach you how to be your own. ~~~ Mother’s job done. I miss the blanket. ~Sara Sarn

My fortune cookie fortune read . . . “Others are inspired by your courage.” I smiled. First thing that comes to mind is my favorite...