Fresh air is fuel. I took a walk around the park in my neighborhood the other day to feel the invigorating breeze of early autumn and to clear my head. My son has been away at school 800 miles away for about two months now. Parents' weekend came and went. We already had plans to … [Read more...] about Missing My (Not So) Little Boy
growing up
He’s 18 today.
Dear Bird, You are 18 today. EIGHTEEN. It is a strange phenomenon that you grow and age while I retain my youthful glow, eternally stuck in decades far younger than my chronological years. I see in you glimpses of the boy you were, and when you were little I tucked away … [Read more...] about He’s 18 today.
Prince, My Soundtrack
The collective gasp heard ‘round the world on Thursday must be what it sounds like when doves cry. I get weepy, even more so than usual. My sons think I’m nuts. I sniveled in carpool, wiping snot on my sleeve and thanking the sun for warranting dark glasses as I … [Read more...] about Prince, My Soundtrack
The Everydayness of Things
We measure life in milestones. Sometimes I think it's the unmeasured moments that tell a better story. We snap photos of birthdays, graduations, weddings, firsts of all kinds. Yet it's in the everyday moments that our photos color a richer story. Sure, I line up my boys in their … [Read more...] about The Everydayness of Things
Summer. Time.
I don't generally like to be alone with my thoughts. I took Lark for a long walk. I don't listen to music when I walk. It's the one time of day I am unplugged and can breathe in my surroundings with all my senses. Well, I don't use my sense of taste, 'cause you know, … [Read more...] about Summer. Time.
Gin & Tonic – 5:00 Fridays
I'm Indian. As in dot, not feather, as the decidedly un-PC jokesters say. Back in the day I played Pocahontas in a grade school play because I was A) Indian and B) the only brown girl in my class. I'm used to this un-PC way of life. I even find it ever-so-amusing time to time. … [Read more...] about Gin & Tonic – 5:00 Fridays
It’s Not Even the First Day of Kindergarten Yet and Mommy’s a Wreck
In my house August is all about birthdays. We squeal and fuss over Mac Daddy, trying to get him as excited about his birthday as we are. Then we shift gears to dote on Bird, who needs no nudging in the I'm So Excited It's My Birthday I'm Gonna Wet My Pants department. We also … [Read more...] about It’s Not Even the First Day of Kindergarten Yet and Mommy’s a Wreck