A Walk in the Park

I left my computer at home today.  But I was sure to bring along my notebooks. My professional one, in case I decided to dig into my latest work on whole-group reading instruction. My fictional one, so that I could capture the thoughts that came to me as I was straightening my hair this morning. …

All’s well

Sleeping in well-past nine. Racing to the neighbor’s drive. A six-plate breakfast at the little cafe, A long wait for food that was well-worth the wait. A trip to the river, cleaning up trash, A slip through the ice with a sudden cold splash. Video game-time is all well and good When it’s three of…

I see you

When my daughter was four, we happened upon her first non-animated (is it live-action?) movie:  Avatar.  She loved the blue people and the way I would read the translations to her.  We watched it so many times that summer that eventually she could tell me what they were saying.  She made me fast-forward the part where the daddy…

‘Round we go

My niece turned four today. At the party, the three of us girls–the ones who started out coaching softball together my senior year of high school–were there to celebrate. Of course my sister was there–it’s her girl who turned four today. She is the same age as Cam was when we took her to JumpStreet…

The Way the Wind Blows

“Windy Point Transportation, how may I direct your call?” I’m not sure how she so often manages to call me as I crest the halfway point to the city on my drive into work.  When she does, this is how I answer, in my best nasal phone-operator voice. “Hello, yes, I’d like to speak with…

Curios-a-dee

The crow caws and brings life to the valley. A magpie calls and another one answers.  A chittery creature climbs the tree behind us on the porch. “Mom, do you think all birds speak the same language?” I open my mouth to answer, but catch myself.  My brows knit together in concentration and she looks…

Look no further

I’m just not feelin’ it tonight. I did write earlier and maybe those were all the words I had in me to craft today. So I come to the screen and scroll through a (Facebook) feed or (Twitter) two, seeking the kind of pull or draw that will lead me to fill this space. Nothing….

Raising a Reader

“So, I finished Allegiant.” “And….?” She lets out a deep sigh. Her voice is already quieter than I’m used to and now she’s not saying anything at all. I sit and listen as the silence bridges the distance between my school parking lot and her snacking spot at Grandma’s. “It wasn’t even that Tris died;…

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…