Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • By Saturday morning it seems like there isn't enough room in my body for everything I've started to feel, or have been thinking. When I get small and silly like this, I want to nudge all the pity outside my control; to hope I'm turning into my grandmother, but her slack jawed wisdom still eludes me. It's just real messy in here.
    • Share

    Connected stories:

About

Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.