Time Traveler

Trying to get back into the rhythm of writing, of getting ideas down on the regular, and I simply can’t think of which part of this crazy experience gets to hold this place, gets to take this space, set this pace, so I go where the wind blows. And today, the wind blows me toward…

Clearing Cobwebs

This past weekend, I chased the rust-colored sunset across Iowa. Trees cast their silhouetted skeletons, reminding me of the lakeside sunrise photos I have admired from a distance. Yesterday, I laid my plan book and roster across the top of my desk. Pages and pencilings stayed awake all night, woke me once, and waited at…

Imagine this…

Imagine this… A round-faced, black-haired boy appears in the Zoom window, the sound of a doorbell announcing his arrival. He turns on his camera, but only for a moment, just enough to let his teacher know he is there. The class makes small talk while they wait for a few more kids to join them…

Creative Curve

This week. I mean, this week. I can’t remember a time that I felt more discomfort, more disequilibrium, at least professionally. And I guess it started last Thursday when the call came in that Friday would be our last day with kids. Ending. Yes, last week launched us into second-order change. Are you familiar with…

Lit

We sat at the high-top table at our usual meeting place. It was the first day of Spring Break. Four glasses on the table, two with ice water, two with straws. For two hours, we sat, and we talked. We talked about life and kids and husbands. About sisters and dogs. About our plans for…

Less Tonight

There is less on my floor this evening. Fewer boxes. Fewer piles. Fewer furniture. (Is furniture plural? Like fish?) There is less on my desk this evening. Fewer papers. Fewer piles. Fewer files. (Does anyone else succumb to the stacks of stuff, yet know exactly where everything is?) There is less uncertainty in my home…

Uno Dos

She picks up the Uno deck, the one we’ve been leaving shuffled in the middle of the kitchen table. She deals out the cards, clockwise, without reminder. She stops at seven and turns over a yellow one. My turn. Dad’s turn. Reverse, four, red, Skip. Green-Skip. Draw Two. So many Draw-Two’s that I start to…

World of White

This morning I look out on the whiteness of this world: Two trees across the way sway beneath the weight of snow, keeping them off balance. They stand out as the rest of the world stands still. Like statues. Until I pull back. Draw my eyes to the motionlessness of all that surrounds me. When…

Topsy

We sat toward the front of the theater, one backpack between us. When my turn came, I passed my cup down the row. The bag was split, the bottle tipped, the cup passed back, eyes wide, I sipped. And sipped and sipped. They all stared down the row. This straight-A goody-goody was theirs until the…

Sip of life

7:12 Out the door, lidded mug in one hand, ceramic mug in another. Coffee in both.   8:39 One cup sits empty abandoned in the car; the other still scalds my throat to perfection.   3:47 Yes, please: A single, for now. Should probably eat as it goes down smooth, and, yes, another and a…