The girls are home. I cried while they were gone. A lot. I walked past their bedrooms trying not to get caught up in the twisted sheets and discarded clothes all wrapped up in their summery scent of cut grass, lake water and cheesey-snack dust. Then the first morning without them came and the room pulled [...]
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
She likes purses, particularly dainty, expensive, rarely-used-by-me clutches. When asked what her doll or stuffed animal is named she says, without fail, “She’s sassy.” People say, “Sassy? That’s her name?” and she grins, nods emphatically and says, “Yes, just Sassy.” I’ve tried to understand what it is that has allowed her to slip under my skin [...]
Monday, December 20, 2010
Finley is pure gooey-grin-maker. Movie on 2010-12-04 at 09.43 #2* *And I’m a horsey-link-maker.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Finley was scheduled for school five days a week. It was too much, she was too sleepy, the hours didn’t match, it didn’t feel right. I cut Fridays. It isn’t much, one day with 2.5 hours of just us. We enjoy a patchwork of me telecommuting and the two of us tangling legs on the ground and [...]
Thursday, August 26, 2010
I love you all and am changed by you. Am better for having known you. But, oh, Fin, how you have amplified, enriched and heightened every thing we do and feel. You follow a different beat, you do. Row row row your boat, dropping down the street, mammary, mammary, mammary, mammary life is butts and dreams.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
It hit me shortly after dinner, a fast-moving veil enveloping my head and turning heavy and dark instantly, accompanied by a throbbing that sent piercing daggers of pain to my left ear and behind my right eye. A cold. I was annoyed, but if the last month has taught me anything itis that sometimes giving [...]
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Despite my desire to feel better, I am exhausted. Short of breath, unexpectedly dizzy and generally tentative as I still feel a little unsure of my body. Today was my first day back in the office and it took everything out of me and then some. I might have been here at home feeling ever [...]
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Every once in a while I realize that without our girls, I might never reset. Remember hide and seek? Remember believing that each new day held the promise of something worth squealing for? Remember when you didn’t hide yourself? Remember when you lived without hesitation? Do you remember why you stopped? Go live like this!
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Finley and I were in the attic of the garage searching for something when she darted over to a pile of things. “Mama!” she squealed, “Look at me right dere when you are holding me!” Her face is alight as she beams at a large photograph, her tiny finger touching the little form in my arms. “Oh, [...]
Friday, April 23, 2010
I gave the girls a bath tonight, partly because they were in need and partly because before long they won’t all fit. I love watching the three of them, elbows and knees pointing this way and that, shoulders plastered with slick, wet hair and knotty spines twisting and bending. Their eyes take me back to early [...]
Friday, July 22, 2011
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