I know not how many times the light had to bend and turn on its way from the sun to earth only that the years that it spent reflected in your laughter your smile and your eyes blessed me and so many more besides each ray that made its trek across the 93 million miles… Continue reading on your birthday, six years later
Tag: Mama
The Question She Always Asked
Tonight I'm sitting with my Mama, as I remember her and struggle to fully grasp how long it has been since I heard her voice aloud. Three years. And tonight as I am struggling to let some things go and not put back together pieces from some other things, I can hear her asking the… Continue reading The Question She Always Asked
Happy Birthday and Being Held Close
A few years back my friend told me about how, in the Celtic culture, the Holy Spirit is symbolized by the wild goose. Since that time, I've found comfort in seeing a flock of them grazing in a field or near a pond and in the sound of them flying overhead in the grey winter… Continue reading Happy Birthday and Being Held Close
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
“Yes, We Have No Bananas”
We are out of bananas. It's things like this that make me weary and feel "less than" in the parenting department. My Mama rarely ran out of things. Though we were on a strict budget growing up (to quote my brother we were "raised on sale.....with a coupon"), I can't remember us ever running out… Continue reading “Yes, We Have No Bananas”
Looking for Love
This morning pretty much every single one of us got up on the wrong side of the bed. You name it, it was frustrating us. Whine was the flavor of the day for everyone, including me. I walked outside to take Miss Sophie for her morning walk, and I felt the need to stay out… Continue reading Looking for Love
The Bird Who Read the Newspaper
This evening I saw a writing prompt that was one word long. Newspaper. An interesting choice of topics, I thought, all while the wheels were turning and one distinct memory came to mind. Chiefy. My Mama loved parakeets. With my sister's allergies to dogs and cats, we only had them outdoors, and my sister couldn't… Continue reading The Bird Who Read the Newspaper
The Next Couple of Days
And so it's time for the pages on the calendar that carry me away to a paradoxical place for a couple of days. The days that are so full of emotion and good and hard things that it's difficult to reconcile them all together in my one heart and mind. February 10, 2007 My baby,… Continue reading The Next Couple of Days
The One About Being Recognized
Our Princess had a swim meet today. Out. Of. Town. It was kind of a big deal. We've never done this before, after all, and anytime you do something for the first time.....well, it can be a little crazy. I was helping her pack towels, robe, water bottle, goggles, swim cap..... and doing her hair… Continue reading The One About Being Recognized
Mama’s Madness and My Own
My Mama had a saying. Well, one among many. "There's method to my madness." That was her way of letting all know that she liked how she did things, organized things, and so on. And asking folks to respect that. It was interesting because she was the most organized person EVER. Her liking her… Continue reading Mama’s Madness and My Own
I Might Need A Nap 