Benediction
By Michelle Webster-Hein
February 5, 2014
Today, a work day, I made it through one class and graded half a stack of essays before the daycare called to tell me my daughter had spiked another fever. I have missed too much work already; I am haggard, forgetful, behind. But leaving campus I noticed the first magnolia trees of the season coming into bloom like young girls let loose in their mothers’ closets, limbs too thin to support all those heavy blossoms. And I felt a little better.
