No longer living in Connecticut,
but with my husband living there again,
I’m always traveling back and forth
and am not entirely in Maryland,

either. I am not ancient yet,
but neither am I young.
I find myself chastising
my father as if he were my son.

My only child is neither son
nor daughter but seems,
at times, she could be both
or neither—leaving me

uncertain what to call her
when speaking to my friends,
whose children now are marrying
and having their own children.