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 →

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