“Santa is dead.” Miss C drops this bomb at gymnastics class. 10 other eye balls and 5 mouths go all perfect spheres. “Well. Then, who brings the presents on Christmas?” This, from…
Category: <span>Memories</span>
Christmas cookies taste like security. When I was growing up, my grandmother made sure all of our festive cookie needs were met with a dash and panache of silver and…
What happens to the moments in life when I’m almost ready? Almost, but not quite there yet. The moment when the eyes spark with soul and the smile tweaks baby cheeks on…
I made a terrible suggestion the other day. A suggestion that caused immediate tears. Shrieking. The sounds of someone’s eyeball being slowly gouged out by a dull pencil. I suggested…
I am surrounded by a silence that can only occur when I am not responsible for another breathing member of the house. A silence that I fill by folding my…
We are Queens of Where the Wild Ocean Things are. We march on the waves, and they dare not touch our toes as we jump, leap, and squeal over them. We…