“The baby stretched his fist into the wind. It was strange. The pressing coldness took his breath away, but he continued to reach. As though he could grapple the wind. As though he could feel the wonder it represented. Seeing him do it, she suddenly wanted to do it as well. Reach out and grasp the wind.”
I am a full-time wife and mother, and a part-time writer and essayist. Over the years I’ve handed out money at banks, taught ballet, and managed to make dinner for my family semi-regularly. Our family of eight and our two new labradoodles have recently arrived in Pocatello, Idaho.