Blank Space

Tonight, I write.  And even as I do, I hear her eleven-year-old voice tell me, “But you do that when I’m around.” And yet, somehow, this is different. There is no one here to keep the dogs busy, chasing them around the couch until I freak out and ask for the quiet to return. There…

Collective Soul

Water.  It’s good for my soul. Sunshine, the smell of rain.  Yeah, they’re good, too. The way it all feels like kisses on my skin, they way it all caresses my senses. Yes, today was good for my soul. And not just mine.  I watched as you showed her how to get the boat docked…

100-Acre Wood

Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known. –Winnie the Pooh It wasn’t the bottom rail of a bridge, but a step ladder, and it wasn’t a river I was…

Shoulda

She sat in the middle of the back seat, sandwiched between our snowboards and her dad.  Her hands were spread like talons in front of her, sticky and dripping with orange juice. “I shoulda gotten a banana.”  Silent pause.  Then the car explodes in laughter; it is the perfect punchline to a road trip trekked…

All About

Learning to snowboard, it’s all about getting up. Teaching to snowboard, it’s all about letting go. I am participating in the 10th annual Slice of Life Story Challenge, hosted by Two Writing Teachers.  On this, the last day of the challenge, I am so grateful to have taken this on once again, so grateful to…

Top Ten

Let’s start with ten minutes.  That’s when the pizza will be ready. On the flip side, staring into the light of the oven, are ten years of wisdom. It has been that long since our daughter graced us with her birth, though everything about her–especially the newly colored purple tresses–screams that it’s been fifteen or sixteen. After that,…

Skywalker

I did it! We stand in line for what seems like forever.  The only thing that passes the time is playing the hand flip-flop game with my mom. You know the one?  Where she puts her hands on top of mine,  with her ring turned into her palm, and I try to slap her hands…

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…

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…

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…

The Slice of Life Diet

I never thought I could do it: Eliminate dairy AND gluten from my diet. Yes, you heard that right! No cheese, yogurt, ice cream AND no bread, pasta, or tortillas.  No Mexican restaurants, or at least not anything I typically order.  No toast with my breakfast, or any Friday Treat from the lounge for that…