It was one of those days— biting my tongue when I wanted to respond, stumbling when I needed to soar, snapping when I meant to soften. I called the YMCA to find out about open gym and told Sean I wanted to take the girls. I was going to cleanse the day, smooth away the [...]
Friday, February 26, 2010
Avery: Mama, remember the day you took me to school and I had my face on your shoulder because it was cold? Me: Yes, baby. Of course I do. Avery: You gave me a kiss to take me through the day but the wind blew it off.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Rotary makes me cry. I have, and I am not exaggerating here, cried at 4 meetings. I don’t mean the kind of sarcastic, how is it that I am old enough to be here kind of figurative crying, though there is that. I mean the kind of crying that has me looking around the table with [...]
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
I held my breath this December as the new year hovered. I’ve no issues with resolutions or the holidays, my trepidation is in the echoes of change, these passages I am coming to know as a mom. I did not want, was not ready, am not ready, for this door to close. I know (though [...]
Friday, November 27, 2009
When it’s just us, we rock the house costume drawer style. Giving thanks for all that I’ve got and all that I love. .
Monday, November 16, 2009
The girls are getting bigger. Bigger in the sense of oh-my-god-are-their-feet-growing-by-the-minute and getting bigger with regard to how very much they understand. Disagreeing sparks unfamiliar nuance, a furrowed brow a trembling lip or a sudden scrambling for attention. WE are paying heed, but just as we think we get it, something new emerges. “Mom…” “Yes, baby?” I [...]
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
There aren’t words enough, to satisfy the gratitude for the life that I enjoy. To veterans yesterday, today, tomorrow and every minute between— thank you.
Friday, November 6, 2009
There is direction, there is interpretation and then there is Fin. “Give me a thumbs up, Ave.” “Now you, Fin.” And, scene. .
Friday, November 6, 2009
She is all blessing, all the more so for how often I forget and remember anew.Wrinkles over a nose that carries me back, reflections of ages I remember. Echoes of me, but better.Her eyes defy description, wide and luminous one moment, sly and bottomless the next. Her mouth a riddle, little dimples on either side [...]
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