Small Stones – My Life as Jan

Small Stones 8/29/16

His big sister tells me his name is Gus.

Three more days.

Pink sock, black sock, blue and white sock.

Pink sock, black sock, blue and white sock. Continue reading “Small Stones 8/27/16”

How dare you.

Ten, little toes, tromping through the freshly cut grass.

Ten, little toes, tromping through the freshly cut grass. Continue reading “Small Stones 8/25/16”

The silence is deafening.

It hurts.

All it took was one lie, repeated over and over, to cast a dark shadow over an otherwise bright day. Continue reading “Small Stones 8/23/16”

I blink rapidly, trying to get the stinging in my left eye to cease. Mascara. I have mascara in my eye.

I blink rapidly, trying to get the stinging in my left eye to cease. Mascara. I have mascara in my eye. Continue reading “Small Stones 8/22/16”

Her mom tells me her name is Olivia. Pretty name.

The little girl looks over at my son with bright, blue eyes. Continue reading “Small Stones 8/21/16”

Exhausted, I gulp down my third cup of coffee, cold and bitter from sitting on the counter.

Exhausted, I gulp down my third cup of coffee, cold and bitter from sitting on the counter. Continue reading “Small Stones 8/20/16”