Hope is often unhappy. Like the hope that surfaced at my bedside at 4:30 am. It was a choral hope in the form of two pajamaed bodies singing in unison,…
Category: <span>Thoughts and Musings</span>
October 4 | Embrace We wait in the school pick up line for the chimes to signal the end of the elementary school day. We wait for vibrant bodies to spill…
October 3 | Capture I spent an afternoon on death row with two lobsters. The white box marked with an ominous and unavoidable “Perishable” sat in my hallway. As far…
Magic exploded out of the milkweed pod. A white fluff of fairy hair attached to a single seed. The filaments trapped the thought of a breeze and took off, sparking…
Little Friend informs me she doesn’t think I’d make a very successful preschooler. We discuss my viable candidacy as we walk to her first day of Pre-K. Little One happily…
I step in a warm pile of something brown and mushy and smear it in a skid as I re-gain my balance. Big Friend and I look with the horror…