I am a mother and more besides. Mostly, though, a mother. Generally I wear glasses, but occasionally, when noone’s looking, I take them off and pose for the mirror. Then I’m a siren.
Here I am without glasses in seaweedy green.
On my rock, far out to sea, luring unsuspecting mythical warriors and devouring tuna. Ordinarily, I’m still at sea, but cooking or picking up Lego. And writing about my grandmother. She was a one.
