(Sad Dance) and Wonder
I didn't have the words to say good-bye to the baby brother whose birth I had celebrated with my 8-year-old happy dance and whose life I had tried to enhance and protect. There is no longer a life to enhance (sad dance), so I protect the memories. These words I'll keep.
When Scotty was 4, he admitted to my friend Carolyn and me that he had a crush but would not reveal the name. What's it start with? we asked. He said, "It starts with a 1." Only after much cajoling could we learn the name of this numbered love: 1der Woman.