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…

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…

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.

Nothing But Time

We stared out the ninth-story window at the cityscape planted against the backdrop of the mountains we call home. “See those peaks over there? The ones that jut up against the mountains in the distance?” I asked her, pointing far north of home. “Yeah.” “That’s Boulder.” She turned from the window at the sound of…

Posture of Promise

“Let’s just enjoy these last few minutes together reading the next chapter,” I say. “Get comfortable.” Jay comes on camera so I can see him push his Chromebook back and lay his chin on his stacked fists. Dee is already on camera and takes to twirling on his swivel chair. So different, yet both are…

Someday

Even as I sit to write, the words have been replaced, erased, displaced by lyrics. Can you hear it? The very spirit Of our trading chartered, begged and bartered, early slaughtered founding father? My daughter her eyes would roll, she’d scroll on by, not even bother. But these words, they’d keep on ringing without hesitation…

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…

City Drive

I log out of the final chat of the day. I feel full to bursting, close to tears. I can’t name this. Don’t know what this is. Don’t even want to try. But I have a hunch what might work. It’s what has worked for more than twenty years. I grab my keys, my wallet,…