isn't it interesting, I ask myself, standing in the middle of my closet looking for hangers and containers to "contain" all this stuff, that of all the things we keep, the things we hang on to and refuse to let go of-- in spite of the clutter and general disarray it brings isn't it interesting that… Continue reading the things we keep
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where it hurts
when my children were little I could ask them "where does it hurt?" and they would point or nod or tell me and I would doctor it up, cleaning it, putting on the ever-magical bandaid and kiss it all better which would usually end in giggles and all would be fixed but now, as they… Continue reading where it hurts
a long time gone
the thing about special days now is that they will never be the same without hearing your voice and that phone call at exactly the same time every single year the sound of your voice echoes in the silence that inevitably comes and the moment passes, another year and still my heart misses yours as… Continue reading a long time gone
Parenting with Ambiguity, Or I Might Have Messed Up Today–Still Not Sure
Despite this week having a lot of hard bits in it, we had a major win for the Zoo Crew. Cooter, who two years ago was in first grade and barely able to read Old Hat, New Hat, finished the fourth Harry Potter book. All 752 pages. He's been working away at it for a… Continue reading Parenting with Ambiguity, Or I Might Have Messed Up Today–Still Not Sure
the winter people
as the sun paints the leaves a lighter color in anticipation for the changing of the season, laying out the fancy fall foliage, waiting for the summer crowds to head on home a pot of soup waits on the stove and in the woods, beneath the fallen logs and inside the hollowed out trees await… Continue reading the winter people
home by morning
hours after the sun goes down she settles into her bed her head on the pillow and her eyes gently close and she quietly slips out the door to fight the darkest of shadows the kind that break hearts and families and to travel along the greatest of paths behind courageous thinkers and dreamers and… Continue reading home by morning
frog music, part 2
the point is not to hear them one night and realize that they are back and marvel at their harmony wondering where they were all winter, the ones who laid the eggs which became tadpoles who then grew into these talented musicians the point is not to appreciate and move on to the next thing… Continue reading frog music, part 2
the discernible path
of all the things I want to be remembered for as the stories of who I was and how I lived and what I cooked and how I raised my people are told long after I am gone the one thing I don't want to be remembered as is a silent witness I come from… Continue reading the discernible path
the edge of never
their life began with the cherished words "I will always" and time swept them along, transforming them until eventually they became "I will never" still full of the promise, but with the contemplation of the darkness that threatened to close in then the weight of the world pressed upon them and they became "I would… Continue reading the edge of never
lingers on
and though the years are past and my memory of your face and smile has faded since you've gone the soundtrack of our story still plays in my heart and I smile as the warmth of all we had and were together envelops me and I sway in time underneath the stars in the twilight… Continue reading lingers on
I Might Need A Nap 