The light left me, but not the memory of its glow. 8211; Lauren Slater,. Posted in quotations and poetry. I shared this picture, and these words, on Instagram. It was a wonderful day, though not a perfect one. Is there any other kind of wonderful? I thought a lot on Sunday about my own matrilineage.

Seeking the story in the ordinary. Lives and writes in rural Pennsylvania. in Ethics and Political Philosophy from Brown University, a J. from Fordham Law School, and is a mother of four. Dina is a creative nonfiction writer, Senior Blog Editor for. And a prose poetry reader for. Her work has appeared in. CHEAP POP, matchbook literary magazine.

This is where I tell you about me. My mom gave me a gift. No, a real gift. Even more, SHE was wrong. Small silver discs with a tiny b and a tiny u stamped to the front. Do I yell too much? The question.

I was never the girl picked for kissing in truth or dare. So by the time I got to high school, and not only made friends, but started dating, it was a new world.