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mr. snake is my friend

mr. snake is my friend

Cleaning out the car is just one of the many opportunities during the novel COVID-19. Ridding the trunk of the sleeping bag, stashed in the trunk corner for an emergency, an extra crockpot for who knows what, empty granola bar wrappers during the after-school feeding...
i choose grace for myself

i choose grace for myself

It’s been 35 days.  I’m officially a master at Zoom meetings and Google Hangouts.  No longer do I reserve carry-out for special nights.  Movie night, a once sacred family occasion, is now commonplace after dinner each night.  Strange, yet, beautiful things...
pink lipstick is our new normal

pink lipstick is our new normal

We welcome our first day of social distancing and online learning with warm pajamas, mugs of vanilla steamers, and a sparkler-like excitement about all the newness that surrounded us.  Chromebooks position themselves in a row at our long, wood kitchen table.  Sissy...
remember how to play

remember how to play

In the middle of the week, on a typical school morning, a small surprise awaited me outside:  snow.  Small hills cascaded over the birdbath and tree stump in our backyard.  Our street, normally separating us from the neighbors, was now covered in a thick,...
finding joy

finding joy

At the beginning of 2019 I made a commitment with myself that I would give to the world and my community in service, and not out of servitude.  What does this mean?  To me it means, doing what fills UP my bucket rather than what is required of me by social norms,...
meditation walk

meditation walk

 At first, my walks outside with Aussie dog consisted of me and, of course, Aussie.  She walked steadily at my heel, carrying her rainbow llama stuffy in her mouth. We strolled to the block where the green patch of grass spread long, like a narrow runway carpet. ...
the mistake: the punch

the mistake: the punch

Standing in line to come back inside from the fall afternoon, Buddy felt restless waiting for his peers to line-up.  It was 3:45 PM and the day of school had already filled his mind with reading group, drawing a map of South America, and processing the sounds of the...
my heart hurts

my heart hurts

“Mom, please can I sleep in your bed tonight?” pleaded two sets of still-awake eyes.  My eyes responded with a head shake, side-to-side.  But those two sets of still-awake eyes wouldn’t give into that single rejection. “Come on, Mom!  We can have story time with...
the clouds that chase us

the clouds that chase us

A pair of red noise-cancelling headphones roll around the floor of my car.  A pink and brown leopard print blanket and brilliant blue blanket are folded in the seat next to my daughter.  Tucked into the side of car door cubby is small journal and two markers: a hot...
i’m embarrassed

i’m embarrassed

It was a Thursday evening.  That day that is sandwiched between almost Friday and the days that lingered before it.  It is the waiting period after landing on the tar mat after your 4-hour flight, anticipating the waves and the sand on your toes, and the 20-minutes it...