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…

Always

We always say “I love you,” even when we’re mad. That should have been my first clue. Strike that. It should have been the final clue. The one that put all the pieces into place. You see, I walked out the door upset that January morning. He had barely said a word to me as…

Just Three

We stood at the counter this morning, two coffee cups clutched over an unexpected break in the morning. Contrast this to the first day when you tried to stay quiet while you got ready to leave the house, tried to get my attention so I’d know you were headed out the door, and left with…

Cahoots

Laughter comes from the room opposite the seat where I sit. A ball bounces out the open door. My music makes it hard to know what they are saying to each other, but I can tell they are smiling. From here, I can see her driving his wooden gear-constructed tow truck – a stocking stuffer…

Like Clockwork

My dogs still rise at six in the morning. We still stumble down the stairs; they will eat while I brew a pot of coffee. The dogs still go for a walk mid-morning just before Micah gets in the car and heads off to work. Now I can join them and smile at the scenes…

A Good Story

“The most important element in a good story is conflict.” -Beau Willimon, writer and producer of House of Cards My morning kicked off like any good story. I was a hour into a cup of coffee and the thread of demand was already pulling. Emails were starting to come in. Notifications were piling up. Text…

Sanctuary

A place of refuge and of safety. Sanctuary. These four walls, with their dark-stained trim. Windows looking out on acres of pines blowing in the breeze. Haze fallen over the mountains in the distance. Sanctuary. These two people and two creatures, with their lightness and love. Laughter that keeps me from concentrating. Motion that catches…