buoyancy

I am good at piling on, but not at unpacking. I give myself things to do: chores, school, work, parenting. It accumulates on top of me, the pack mule who is never unpacked.But last week I read the word, "buoyancy" and I thought, that's what I'm missing. I am always treading water, never lying on... Continue Reading →

pain and cookies

When I dropped Brandon off at preschool, he clung to my leg, tears in his eyes like it was his first day again. He loves preschool and always says, "bye mom!" with something like enthusiasm. But today was different."Sit here, next to Ryan," I said. But then a redheaded boy sat next to Brandon's friend... Continue Reading →

small efforts

So much in the habit of sewing something I stitch up a bunch of scraps, try to see what I can make. ~from "The Color Purple" by Alice WalkerI don't watch a lot of TV, but one of the few shows I do watch is Project Runway. I watch it while I run on the treadmill,... Continue Reading →

gerunds

That time of motherhood is almost behind me when the ear is not one's own but must always be racked and listening for the child cry, the child call. ~from "I Stand Here Ironing" by Tillie OlsenI know this sounds terrible, but it's honest: I'm looking forward to what comes next: the part of parenting... Continue Reading →

morning after

A few weeks ago at the pumpkin patch, we went on the big slide. We had just bought pumpkin cups and could not take them with us so Brandon said, "what will we do with these?" and I told him we would put them in the corner by the fence while we slid. "But what... Continue Reading →

making history

We woke up early today, dressed, and hit the polls. Steve and I with our two little boys in tow: the boys whose America we were shaping with our votes. I was not a voter until this election, but I recently registered, to be a part of history, to one day tell my children that... Continue Reading →

that thirty-something waitress

I am waitressing again, like I did during my undergrad. School means waitressing. It's part-time and I can work nights instead of early mornings like I did at the coffee shop. I am not a morning person. I am not a night person either really. I like 10 a.m.-4 p.m. The rest of the hours... Continue Reading →

11.3.2016

Brandon Jude, I want to save this day, remember it one day later on.Not because today is special, but because it's like every other. These will be the days you forget, the blank spots in your memory because they felt mundane. But I want to remember these ordinary days when I was proud of you... Continue Reading →

pause

Today is deadline day and I need to finish this short story and my cover letter and send off this packet to be critiqued. But I read something that made me pause. And I thought, I should put this on my blog. Because once upon a time I planned on this blog being a place... Continue Reading →

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