story
I used to hate the beach. My parents would pile me and all our stuff in the back of an Avalon for the 6 hour drive south- I was crammed…
wake up!
Now that school is out, I let the boys sleep in a little… more for my morning sanity, than their summer break… I grab clean clothes, search for their…
pieces to pick up…
she tells us how to fall in love. again. the anger burns and the tears swell until they fall, not because i need to do those things……
no crying in baseball…
This boy’s team lost out in the post-season tournament over the weekend. Kid after kid came out of the dugout heartbroken or stompin’ mad. I braced myself for my…
the vase on the shelf
it’s that pretty vase you want to keep safe, so you put it high on a shelf.and one day, you find the vase on the floor with a chip in…
the one about windows
I miss our windows in Germany. The solid panes of glass that opened like barn doors. The way the breeze flowed through the house, cooling it off without needing…
the best things in the world
i’m distracted and tired and lonely these days. i’m lost and confused, and at the end of the day, when they put on their pjs, and brush their teeth, and…
what comes next
Everybody wants to know what comes next.Since we’ve been home, I’ve been asked that question at once a week. We don’t know what comes next,only that something does. Something always…
hope
“Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune–without the words, And never stops at all…” Emily Dickinson, Hope