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How Are We Still Here?

I am eight years old which makes my sister three or four. We are not at our own home and are not accustomed to this Sunday morning frenzy. People and things are everywhere in this house that was hodge-podged out of a double-wide trailer. At some point rooms were added here and there and people … Continue reading

Not Better

There is this conversation I’ve had that has repeated itself several times over the past few weeks: Hey, how’s your sister doing?  Well, honestly, not good. Oh… Yeah, I mean, she’s better than she was two weeks ago but not better than she was when she first went into the hospital. So… …oh, wow. That … Continue reading

Seven

Dear Nora Rose, Today you are seven (7!). At times, I’m not sure how we’ve made it here except that it has to be on a wing and a prayer. I remember after you were born, how you were so drowsy, worn out from your brash entrance into the world, and I spent that first month, exhausted, trying … 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

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

Nose to The Grindstone

I’ve hesitated to write about my children here not because there isn’t material to write, but because so much of my life is about mothering and there are times when I feel it literally consumes me. My writing has become a place where I can think about some of the other aspects of myself…some of … Continue reading

Standing On Both Sides

“Get in the car!” she hissed as she pushed me into the passenger side of our blue Ford Escort. It was dawn – supposedly the most beautiful part of the day – and the sky was a vivid expression of color gradients starting at the horizon line which was a subtle shade of pale blue … Continue reading