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Dark Night

On your way to the main door of the hospital, you walk down a sidewalk that is bordered by shrubs and grasses and flowers. Eight weeks ago, when I first began coming here daily, I was consumed with gratitude for these elements of nature. The flowers at that time were almost aggressive in their beauty … Continue reading

Father’s Day

When I was a kid, my dad used to tell me: “Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people.”  For a long time, I thought he came up with the phrase like he did the self-driving car (that I eventually realized he steered with his knee), but it turns out Eleanor … Continue reading

Autumn

There is nothing to write about and everything to write about. Most days lately I’m in awe of my life. I walk past my home and stop to admire it as though it were something I long for and then I realize – this – this is mine. While standing inside, I watch the light change … Continue reading

Same Old Story, Different Ending

Today I’ve been cold, borderline passive aggressive, and angry with my children. Yesterday I spent most of the day cleaning out a small creepy dark crawl space in my daughter’s room and transforming it into a magical “fairy space.” This involved cleaning and painting, purchasing lumber and cutting it to size, covering the walls with … Continue reading

Hiatus

I left my home once in the middle of some self-induced drama.  Feeling so adult and self-righteous, I walked out the door with a few boxes and my then bright-red suitcase filled with only the beautiful things in my life.  This was before children, before I truly understood the importance of paying bills on time, … Continue reading

The Seedy Underbelly

Earlier today, totally off the cuff I posted the following on a message board for mothers that I’m a part of: Lately I’ve been exploring the idea of quitting motherhood as I have known it. I’m sick of being everyone’s maid/servant/lady-in-waiting. I think prior to motherhood I had this idea of having a child to … Continue reading

Rose Marie & Anton

After my grandma Rose died, I received some letters that were written to her by her high school boyfriend who enlisted in the Army in 1942. I received the letters with awe as though they were the key to unlocking grandma’s true personality – the one none of us knew because we were too integral … Continue reading

Fishing

She is one of those beautiful girls with long gorgeous hair. Naturally sexy, dark, straight, thick, shiny. Every girl lusts after it and when they comment- which they do- she gives a shy, dreamy smile & mentions that she is thinking to cut it. They reject the notion loudly, “It is too beautiful to cut!” … Continue reading

Costumes My Grandma Wore

One year my mother made nurse’s costumes for my sister and I.  They were white aprons and caps, Florence Nightingale style, with red crosses drawn on the center of the chest in red Sharpie marker.  Coincidentally, also around that time, I was told that Grandma Rose worked at the hospital.  Somehow the two converged and … Continue reading

An Unfinished Story

The words- they are lovely in the beginning when it is always spring and you are perpetually driving up a winding hill, windows open with the newly warm wind in your hair, radio blasting the song you first fell in love to. And they are charming when it is still new and you are both … Continue reading