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…

Second Chances

Turns out the problem with yesterday’s lesson was exactly what I had feared all along: Me. Think I’m being too hard on myself? One of the students in my reading intervention group had been gone for an entire week, and I couldn’t tell you (at least not in his words) where he had been. I was…

A Six-Word Summer

It’s that time of year again.  We are back to school (almost).  And the call has gone out: Turn in summer stories by Monday.  Last year it was a poem:  We launched with “Where We’re From.”  This time, six words should do.  So which six words to choose? Summer came and went too soon? Yes,…