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 and lips [...]
Friday, October 30, 2009
Have you ever watched your child and very nearly exploded with the force of your pride? Weeks pass when that’s an hourly thing, other times it catches me off guard and I reel from the potency of it. I can honestly say it’s one of the sweetest gifts I have found as a parent. Watching— no [...]
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Autumn seems to spark a sense of hope for me (when I am not fretting over a sluggish real estate market, shattering cosmetics, dull skin, sore feet and sparsely decorated bank accounts.) I love the way the leave and wood fire smoke smell like new clothes from the Bon Marche in Eugene, Oregon circa 1983 [...]
Monday, October 26, 2009
She usually points at the stained glass window and breathes a reverent, “Ah winnow, mama. Ah winnow,” stretching out a pink finger and staring wide-eyed. This morning, going down a less travelled staircase, she was drawn to first the Choir Room and second the Sanctuary. We looked at the pictures of choir directors in robes [...]
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