Did I?

I am driving down 6th Avenue, the highway that hugs the Hogback and cuts through the heart of my childhood romping grounds. Traffic in the left two lanes is slow to break from the two lights that serve as my drag-racing Christmas tree, releasing us to quarter-mile glory even if we don’t all play. Slow…

Season of Sacrifice

The seat on the porch swing sits empty. The dishes in the sink stand tall. It seems like I’ve not looked you in the eyes for days. It is the “season of sacrifice.” Tina Boogren, author of Take Time for You: Self-Care Action Plans for Educators, is the one who named this for me. It…

The Absence Of

It may take us a little longer, but we notice once it’s gone.

Zoom Out. Zoom In.

Zoom Out: It’s finally warm enough to sit on the porch in the shade without a chill snaking its way down my spine. Zoom In: It’s been at least half-a-dozen years since I was able to sit on the porch swing to enjoy a morning like this. The new canvas of the swing seat cradles…

This Used to Be…And Now

This used to be my kitchen. Where I sit, I’d stand in front of the stove, stirring mac n’ cheese and other minimal meals. Behind me, I’d wash dishes in the sink, overlooking the neighbor’s yard and the path that rainbows project across the sky. Where my dog lays behind me, I’m sure there was…

Like Watching Drywall Dry

Among many home improvement projects that hit the list (again) this year, finishing the basement bathroom has been the must-do. Sure the walls upstairs need a new coat of paint. Sure the trim outside still hasn’t been finished since you painted the siding before you went to Florida (which Facebook has kindly reminded you was…

Released

This story has a happy ending. (I promise.) A text message: Surely, a 10 x 12 door open to the waning sunshine will be enough to get the bird out before long. Is fifteen minutes long enough? Another text: Apparently having a hummingbird trapped in your garage is a common enough thing that YouTube videos…

Home

This month has felt like a month-long vacation. And I am ready to go home. I have enjoyed playing with different forms and topics, reading and imitating others, trying on new things and settling into familiar rhythms. Yes, March has found me swept out with the tide, some days only able to tread water for…

Rapid Fire

Upon reading Amanda Potts’ post, “It’s Not About Me,” I was reminded of the rapid fire questions that Brene Brown asks at the end of each of her podcasts. I thought it might be fun to imagine myself being interviewed by her based on the questions she asked in her most recent Dare to Lead…

Acoustic Version

First thing this morning: How are you? Good. You are not convincing. Again at the end of the day: Are you feeling all right? Yeah. And I am. Good. All right. This is my acoustic version. Not slower, just not in a hurry. Not lower, just a little deeper. Same lyrics, just focused inward. Same…