We Have to Dance Even When the World is Shit

Times like this I worry. I worry about you guys and about myself too: the feelers of the world, the people who take this shit news storm (innocent people are dying senselessly, another musician is gone too soon, Trump is still president, men are wearing rompers) and internalize it until out of self-defense and the need […]

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To My Mother, About My Daughter
To My Mother, About My Daughter | lizpetrone.com

She’s been holding my hand again Mom. Maria has. And not just because I make her, the way I used to stand still in the parking lot and not let her walk until she had safely placed her little hand inside mine. No, this is different, it’s borne of her need and it’s raw and […]

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The Baseball Bat, the Butterfly, and the Box of Teeth

“I just want to hit something!” Gabby hisses at me through the space in her mouth where her first two baby teeth had recently fallen out. She is holding the closest object she could grab–conveniently, her brother’s baseball bat–tightly in her chubby fingers, poised for the strike. Her feet are spread, belly and butt thrust […]

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I Saw My Mother Today
I Saw My Mother Today | lizpetrone.com

This article originally appeared on Her View From Home.  I saw my mother today. I was walking into a restaurant–my view obstructed by a jacket hood raised against the kind of rain that would have been drops of ice had it been even two degrees colder–when out of the corner of my eye I saw […]

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What Do We Say When Everything is Not Going to be Okay?

Many years ago an old boyfriend asked me to tell him what my wildest fantasy was. I looked at him. “You really want to know?” He nodded, eager. So I leaned in close, lowered my voice, and told him how I wanted–more than anything–for someone to tell me that everything was going to be okay convincingly […]

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When Your Mother is Gone and it’s her Birthday

When your mother is gone and it’s her birthday, you wear her dress to work even though you long ago stopped wearing dresses and traded shaving your legs for five minutes of extra sleep. When your mother is gone and it’s her birthday, you put on stockings to wear with her dress that you have […]

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