When the first note–the wrong note–soared out of her violin, I stopped breathing. She stood in front of the audience of strangers, of other children fingering violins, guitars, and piano music, and…
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“The days are long, but the years are short.” This is the kind of anonymous quotery that gets stuck in my maternal craw, and no matter how I hack at…
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…
We get kinda excited about a thrift store around here. You know the kind I mean–the filled with junk/treasures and exuding that certain musty, a dead-cat-may-be-decomposing-in-a-suitcase-somewhere kind of smelling place.…
To get my girl to glow, give her a compliment, in front of other people, and go overboard with the gushing praise. This may also get my introvert girl to…
“Hey. Mama. What kind of face am I making?” I look over to see eyes frozen wide and mouth gaping in a petrified grin. It’s her excited face reserved for…