Which is it?

I spoke with a woman yesterday who said our bi-annual MRI would cost $5907. Add in the 25% we pay after we’ve met our deductible, and our share of the cost would be $5227.00. I’m sorry.  I must not have heard correctly. Yes, the MRI costs $5907, so your share of the cost is a…

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…

Bullet Journal

July 20, 2017 x  register boat trailer x  ignore the attitude from the woman registering boat trailer x  conjure exact replica of Bill of Sale in the parking lot of boat registry after leaving original with attitudinally-challenged woman at motor vehicle dept. x  register the boats. Yes, boats. Plural. > register the cars.  Yes, cars….

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…

That Happened

I was seated at the breakfast book club table and my daughter’s eye caught mine.  She stopped and lifted her hand to her mouth, miming the move that would remove lipstick from her teeth, quietly and discreetly showing me how to fix my embarrassment. (Super proud Mom moment by the way, when you realize that your…

Dog People

Let me start by saying that I am not a dog person.  I don’t think of them as members of my family (much).  I don’t call them my children (much).  I don’t think of them while I’m at work (much). So imagine my surprise when today I found myself chasing a fox to get back…

No Bag. No Shopping.

I rode the merry-go-round at the mall today.  Twice.  I high-fived and fist-bumped the Easter bunny, and I pulled my knees up to my chest to fit them into the second-to-the-last car of the train that travels between the Lego store and the Food Court.  This I did only once. Yes, we–my sister and her…

Reader, Interrupted

I The day dawned grey and wet.  The laundry longed to be sorted and washed. just The sun peeked through the clouds and the muddy mess in the backyard beckoned. want The dirty dishes called out to be detailed. to The browning bananas begged to be baked into bread. finish Dinner needed to be dished, laundry…

There Lived a Sunday

Caught between the falling drops, there lived a Sunday. Now this Sunday was, in someways, quite ordinary.   It slept past sunrise.  It had eggs and syrup-drenched toaster waffles for breakfast.  It marveled at the weather and the wildlife in the weeds outside the window. But in many ways–at least the ways that matter most–this Sunday…

Schmaxes

The boss man giveth and the tax man taketh away: Remember the days when you were a twenty-something with zero exemptions?  How you’d look forward to the annual trip to the accountant?  How he’d magically materialize thousands of dollars for you in refunds? Sure, they bought me a four-wheeler, a trip to California, a new truck for…

The Heart of Life

I know it’s good. My daughter pulls up the John Mayer playlist that transports me to a time and place nearly a decade ago.  I hope my memories are accurate: She sat on the bench, the one by the gym doors. We had sat side-by-side on benches just like this many times before, at the…