Mind Before Matter

The bird feeder sways back and forth from the branch still spotted with snow. Saturated with spring thaw, the driveway holds footprints from this morning, from this afternoon, from the return home, like they were pressed in fresh concrete. The recliner lays on its side on the porch, having been pushed out of the way…

Brawlhalla

Square: pick up your weapon and strike. Triangle: strike with special split-second power. Ex: jump once, twice,thrice, but any more and you’re out of luck. Circle: not sure yet. It should let you drop your weapon so that you can pick up the bombs that cascade across the screen like snowballs, but nothing consistently does…

Silos in the Stands

Tonight Cam made her high school volleyball debut. Her team of six stepped out on the court and I couldn’t help myself (even though I promised to try). “Let’s go, Rams!” My voice echoed in my head as it bounced off my mask and caught in the back of my throat. This is so weird,…

Most Important

She pulls up a stool to the desk in my office. “Okay, so I did these ones, but I don’t get this one.” In front of us on her Chromebook screen is a bridge, a series of parabola problems, and pages of math that is almost out of my reach. “This is just like the…

Start Seeing

Fifteen years ago on this day, I start seeing things differently. Long after midnight on this day, I start seeing my dad for the last time. I start seeing his life in his music, his love in our laughter. I start seeing the light of day as they wake me to say good-bye, and by…

Date Night

There was never a question as to who would take her to volleyball last night. “Do you wanna drive or do you want me to?” I asked. “You,” he said. That answered the other question about who would be the designated driver. Fair enough, since the roles were reversed less than a week ago. We…

Team Captain

“Guess who made Team Captain.” “Of course you did!” “That’s awesome!” And what a way to end the week. Monday feels so long ago, as Mondays tend to do. It was Monday that launched us into Season C. And it started with a last-minute change in the practice location. (I am quickly learning that last-minute…

A Rock

The song by Hardy is an ode to a rock. The one you skip. The one that pins you up against a hard place. The one he buys for your left hand. The one that marks your place in the ground. The one that we call home. A rock. So simple. So human. I’ve listened…

Jam-Packed

Waking. Prepping. Kissing. Sitting. Grading. Plan-…. Connecting. Teaching. Listening. Plan-…. Coaching. Learn-… Meeting. Driving. Dropping. Driving. Fetching. Driving. Shopping. Waiting. Paying. Driving. Collecting. Driving. Meeting. Eating. Paying. Writing.

Low on Fuel

Like the pellets in the Traeger, I am low on fuel. Tired. Teacher tired. And like those pellets, I scoop together what’s left. Anxious for the refuel. The recharge. And I keep checking to make sure I’m not out altogether. Because according to the label on the inside of the hopper, if it runs out…