Tag: Moira

Owwside?

When Moira was little and we lived in our apartment she wanted nothing more than to go outside. Breakfast wouldn’t be finished before the lobbying began: “Owwside?” “Owwside!” “Owwside?” “Owwside!” She would follow me around chanting that word over and over again with the same cadence – once a question, remedy then a demand. “Owwside?” “Owwside!” “Owwside?” “Owwside!” I remember… Read more →