Rattled, Published in the Savannah Morning News

I began writing Rattled when my son Elliot was just eight weeks old. I went to Memorial with my husband Romie and came home with 4 lbs and 15.5 ounces of holy shit. He is a favorite song, a mid-term exam, and a cup that runneth over with nary a paper towel in view. Elliot just turned four, and he has made me understand why some spiritual practices include a close juxtaposition between wine and prayer. Read on to find out more…

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