#WeWriWa: Bright Shards of Regret



This past week has been a rather unusual one. My physical energy was low early in the week, so I took advantage of that by getting some deskwork done. I read more book descriptions, and this week I’ll be revising and polishing mine as I move toward self-publication.

Friday, my youngest, who is genderfluid, turned 18. We’re still working out how to define our relationship: addressing them as my “daughter” is no longer strictly accurate.

I didn’t get to see them on their birthday, because they and their brother took their first out-of-state siblings-only trip to visit youngest’s best online friend. My son, who is 20, got them a really nice junior suite at a Hilton.

Because youngest is an amazing person, here’s a gratuitous self-portrait they took last Halloween. I know you didn’t ask for it, but they look like a 1920s noir movie star to me, and I want to share (even if you can’t see their demon horns).

Photo credit: Jayden Rose


The visit went great – but friend tested COVID-positive right after, despite two negative tests during, because he learned he might have been exposed after they’d been together two hours.

Thankfully, we’re all vaccinated and boosted. But after avoiding COVID for over 2 years, it would be a bummer to get it twice in a few months!

Anyway, on to “Storm at Song Glass Cabin.” Our narrator is standing in an open doorway, facing into a storm, thinking of her son. Let’s rejoin her there:

Photo credit: Jeri Minick

Wasn’t I just remembering his picture book days? Those were littered with too many bright shards of regret. Too many times I didn’t stay with him, or read with him, but instead disappeared into my studio, closing and locking my door between us. Maybe it was just my own guilt I heard.

The storm shifts, and driving rain lashes me, pushing me back into the safety of the cabin, punishing me for the many times I failed my only child.

I watch the pregnant clouds birth sheeting rains over Blue Mountain. Another memory, and I look to the place above the comfortable denim couch with its scratches from a long-dead cat.


“Storm at Song Glass Cabin” first appeared in Exploits of the Adirondacks, an anthology published by 518 Publishing Company.

It will be included in my upcoming first collection of short stories and poetry, light shines, shadow falls. Stay tuned for details as I wend my way through Amazon’s self-publishing maze. =)

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8 comments

  1. You really hit a lot of buttons with your word choice! I mean that in the best way. 🙂

    Your youngest is beautiful!

    I hope you all dodge the covid this time around. 🙂

    • Thank you – from me, and my youngest. I think they are incredibly beautiful, but I am admittedly biased where they are concerned. I also see a lot of their late father in them…

      So far, youngest is in good spirits. Tired from travel and peopling intensely, as they are an introvert, but happy.

      Their friend only tested positive after the last day, and still isn’t feeling badly, so hopefully, if COVID makes a return appearance, it’s milder than the last round.

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