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…

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…

Race the Track

Watching over his shoulder, he has said it a hundred times: “You gotta race the track.” It’s not about the other car. It’s about what this car can do at this moment. I said it to him today. After taking it easy the whole way down the mountain, we came to the first red light….

We wait.

We wait. We get stopped at every single stoplight on the way here, today’s tension complicating carride conversations. Each light turns red. We wait. We find a too-narrow spot in the too-buried basement of the parking garage. We walk in together, stop at the scanner, take off our hats, bend to fill their face with…

Ready. Set. Go.

Start by burning dinner. Wait? What? Start with what? Are you sure? Hmmm. Let me think… No, I think let’s end with that. What? End with that? Well then where do we start? At the beginning: For the first time in a week, I wasn’t up at 4:30. I swore that if I was, I…

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…

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…

Water Pressure

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the water coming out of the bathroom sink the way it does now. Not a splash or a splat, but more of a splatch. In the blink of an eye, I flinch every time. It’s been like this for a few weeks now. Ever since we installed…