Season of Sacrifice

The seat on the porch swing sits empty. The dishes in the sink stand tall. It seems like I’ve not looked you in the eyes for days. It is the “season of sacrifice.” Tina Boogren, author of Take Time for You: Self-Care Action Plans for Educators, is the one who named this for me. It…

Zoom Out. Zoom In.

Zoom Out: It’s finally warm enough to sit on the porch in the shade without a chill snaking its way down my spine. Zoom In: It’s been at least half-a-dozen years since I was able to sit on the porch swing to enjoy a morning like this. The new canvas of the swing seat cradles…

This Used to Be…And Now

This used to be my kitchen. Where I sit, I’d stand in front of the stove, stirring mac n’ cheese and other minimal meals. Behind me, I’d wash dishes in the sink, overlooking the neighbor’s yard and the path that rainbows project across the sky. Where my dog lays behind me, I’m sure there was…

Like Watching Drywall Dry

Among many home improvement projects that hit the list (again) this year, finishing the basement bathroom has been the must-do. Sure the walls upstairs need a new coat of paint. Sure the trim outside still hasn’t been finished since you painted the siding before you went to Florida (which Facebook has kindly reminded you was…

Released

This story has a happy ending. (I promise.) A text message: Surely, a 10 x 12 door open to the waning sunshine will be enough to get the bird out before long. Is fifteen minutes long enough? Another text: Apparently having a hummingbird trapped in your garage is a common enough thing that YouTube videos…

Rapid Fire

Upon reading Amanda Potts’ post, “It’s Not About Me,” I was reminded of the rapid fire questions that Brene Brown asks at the end of each of her podcasts. I thought it might be fun to imagine myself being interviewed by her based on the questions she asked in her most recent Dare to Lead…

It Matters

My muscles have a way of pushing back. I mean, when you push down, they push back. “What is happening there, exactly, when that happens,” I asked my chiropractor today. She was targeting my abductor up into my iliacus (aka my inner thigh up into — and I do mean into — my right hip)….

When I Get Aux

That is the name of her behind-the-wheel playlist. It used to be she’d sing along to whatever I had playing from Faith Hill’s “Fireflies” to Taylor Swift’s “Love Story.” Sure there were days that Old MacDonald and Elmo’s World were mixed in. Then she introduced me to Fall Out Boy and Panic at the Disco….

Door to Door

In just 120 seconds, I can make it from the clicking close of one door to the unlatched unleashing of the other. Behind one, my girl, home from a Spring Break overnight, enjoying her own Spotify playlist behind yet another door. Beyond the other, my guy, working on a Saturday so that he can get…

His and Hers

“Today finally feels like Spring Break, huh?” I ask her as we make our fourth trip to the city in five days. She is set to hang out with her friends. “Finally! Maybe it’s the weather.” I agree. This seventy-degree day makes Spring Break finally feel like the summertime pre-game that it is supposed to…