Human Moments, No. 12

“Mama,” my small daughter says, as she stands beside my bed.  “I think I need you change my diaper.” “Okay,” I say, groaning and tearing myself from sleep.  It is 3:30 a.m. I follow her into her room, where she lets me pick her up and put her on the changing table.  Trying not to […]

Human Moments, No. 11

It’s 4:30 a.m. and the doors slams shut behind her.  Baba’s small and heavy footsteps scurry to my side of the bed. “Mama, Mama!” she says.  Half-asleep, I have already moved over to help her climb in and she does so, settling in under the blankets.  “Mama, Mama,” she says again, clutching my neck and […]

Human Moments, No. 11

Baba stands up in her sleep sack and balances precariously on the rocking chair.  She reaches out for the light, which I have just switched back on in order to let her turn it off again.  She twists the switch, then settles again in my lap and throws her head back into mine. “What song […]

Human Moments, No. 10

“I think that we’re the bourgeoisie.” “The what now?” “You know.  Like Lenin and the Communist Revolution.  The great experiment of the proletariat overthrowing the bourgeoisie.  I think we’re the bourgeoisie.  We’re the bad guys.  Look at this house.” “…..yeeeeeeeaaaah?”  My Beloved’s eyebrows wag. “We have two bedrooms we don’t even use.” “They’re guest rooms.” “Exactly.” […]

Human Moments, No 9

The children are a mix of ages, from four to seven, but their thin limbs sprawl equally across the newly painted merry-go-round.  Merry-go-rounds are now an artifact of time, an icon of the American landscape that has been sacrificed to this new world of safety and caution, and Baba has never seen one before.  Despite […]

Human Moments, No. 8

The moment is right.  The days of slow percolation are over,  as the months of procrastination disguised as thinking have finally come to a close.  The notebook with the rapidly jotted notes is taken from the commuter bag and consulted, with a final nod of satisfaction at the contents. The writer has an hour, a […]

Human Moments, No. 7

“I don’t know how he did it.  Our father used to take us fishing and let us wander through the woods after we got bored of it.  We’d fish for maybe twenty minutes, and then we were off for our adventures. Just free, like. But now I don’t understand how you could do it.” We […]

Human Moments, No. 6

Behind the counter, José is fast at work, with an efficiency that I adore.  Bagels fly in his hands, as he takes the orders of six people at a time, his hands and his mouth seemingly disconnected.  He slathers jelly on a whole wheat bagel while I tell him I’d like my low-fat cream cheese […]

Human Moments, No. 5

The boy is tow-headed, in the classic sense, his hair blonde in the way that you only see on young children.  He crowds in to the park bench with his brother, who might have been a twin, and his small sister.  They all stare at Baba, from ever-decreasing distances. Baba, for her part, stares back […]

Human Moments, No. 4

“That’s a raven.” The crow-like bird hops along a wall built high on top of a mountain, craning its head toward us, the curved, black beak opening and closing hopefully. “No way. Ravens are huge.  That bird is small,” I say, clearly demonstrating my expertise in all things avian. My Beloved laughs.  “They’re little!  Like […]