thresholds and first-steps
thresholds + first-steps _________________ My husband checked his phone to see the time. 11:18pm shone bright through his cracked screen. He sighed softly and turned off the tv, then rose from the couch and began turning off the lights in our living room, one-by-one. He leaned down and gave me a kiss, then said he was going to read in bed for a little while. I smiled and nodded at him. As he left and the room fell quiet, my eyes adjusted to the loss of light and there I sat...alone. I thought about only one thing: At this moment, there is a letter being delivered on the other side of the world, making its way to a home where a woman may or may not still live. A woman who looks like me. They are sending a letter to my biological mother. And I'm not ready for this. God, I'm not ready for this. __________________________________ I like to do a lot of things that make me feel nervous. I try to live by...