C O N T E X T

Use to be my head was full of stories of girls -lovely and lonely and resonant with longing. Now all I can think about (write about) is my boys. When my first son was born I thought, "This is the best story I ever wrote, you, you are my best." And so it is with each of them, plot twists and details I never could have predicted. I'm not making it up anymore, I'm just trying to bear witness. And that's what this is, a bearing of witness to the exuberant crises of life, a mother's journal.

I will begin now and go forward. And when time allows, I will dig back into what has gone before and add bits and pieces in. There will be nothing neat and orderly about this journal. I will attempt to give flashes of context for each entry. Forgive me if sometimes the context exceeds the entry itself.