Writing out of my mind

by Joan Silberlicht Epstein

I have been a keen observer of people and my surroundings for as long as I can remember. I sat and I watched and I wondered. While I never took to hiding in dumbwaiters (does anyone actually have one of these?) Harriet the Spy fascinated me.

I have not always spoken up about my observations, but I have always had plenty to say. This blog is a compilation of those things. Welcome to the inside of my head!

8/29/13 8/29/13

Plymouth & Brockton

I feel like we are runaways,
only not,
as we are heading
toward the chaos I most wish to avoid.

8/12/13 8/12/13

A Letter to My Son at Camp

Each night
as I clean up from dinner
I put away the serving which would have been yours.

2/14/13 2/14/13

Stranger Anxiety

Each morning I wake to a new boy. New size, new shape, new skills. I don’t hear when they come to make the switch (although my dog has begun barking in the night). The changes are subtle. In my exhaustion I doubt myself