24 Minutes

Twenty-four minutes might not be enough time to capture the today I’ve had. Awake with a cup of coffee from the first clean in-room coffee pot.  Cereal without milk, but blueberries to make the meal.  A drive across state lines to the river’s edge.  A boat rental, a trip downstream, sandwiches in the cove where…

Oh, Google.

This is what Google thought I should write today, one suggested word at a time: I have been the most important part of my own personal information. In a while, the rest of your life and death are the most important things in the world. I’m not sure if you are looking for a few…

Timeless

“How do you scroll through channels?” She asks, making me think of things like that, things that she may never know: How to dial a rotary phone. How to load a record player, dropping the needle with the precision of throwing darts at a moving target. Winding a cassette tape that has come undone. Listening…

Snow Shine

Improvised on the way home in the snow, to the tune of Little Big Town’s”Girl Crush”:   I got snow shine, Burning in my eyes. The sun makes it bright white, Can’t squint enough.   It hurts my eyes real bad, Gives me pain in my head, That snow and that daylight glare, It ain’t dimmin’ down….

Slice of Lice

As I type these words,  I am soaking.  Not in the bathtub,  not in the hot tub,  not even in the warm glow of the spring sunshine.  Nope, not this time. I am,  however,  soaking my hair in apple cider vinegar,  the most noxious of the pickling family.  (And I might say that I’ve actually never…

Tomorrow is St. Patrick’s Day

We came back from lunch to an elaborate crime scene in our classroom.  Our read aloud book had been “stolen,” and we were just pages from the end. It was the day before St. Patrick’s Day ten years ago. The kids took pieces of filter paper and tested the color patterns in the three black pens that…

Terror

I look down at my phone as I gather my things to go.   2 Missed calls Both from her school.  I race to the car, frantically pushing buttons to get to voicemail on the way.  A ten-second message. “Hi, Mom.  Art Club got cancelled.  Could you either call Grandma or come get me.  I love…

Mockingjay

I pull back with my right arm, eyes set on the target. I feel my body cease to sway as I take in one breath. Not deep enough, I let it out, feel the ground come up to meet the arches of my feet. I inhale once more, deep into my belly. This is the one.  I…

The One. The Only.

It wasn’t until about a year ago that people stopped asking us when we were having another baby. Growing up, playing house, I always imagined two children.  My mother would say it’s so you can grab one in each hand.  When I outgrew playing house and discovered a home of my own, I still envisioned filling…

Scrapbooking

Today was an interesting day for me as a “slice of life-er” because for the first time in a long time, I didn’t come the page with even a shred of an idea.  I came, instead, tired and full after a day of errands and chores and bill paying. So I entered into a space…