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.  Zipping in between the trees, Aussie walked, carrying…

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 lights and low hum of the…

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 flash-lights tonight!  And we will sleep with all of the…

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 pink Sharpie and purple Crayola marker. …

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 takes for all the passengers to GET….

peace within the paw

Ingles Hall is a spacious, open room with sounds that bounce off walls and the cement floor.  The ceiling is adorned with rustic cast-iron chandeliers of pine-cones, birds, and of course, warm yellow lights.  A fireplace is framed by a hearth of bricks.  The hall itself is surrounded by pine trees that smell like chocolate,…

when he enjoyed the party

The last birthday party I remember attending with my son was at least 365 days ago.  The day was ordinary – beautiful blue Colorado skies, a breakfast of gluten free pancakes and almond milk, and an hour of Saturday-morning cartoons (streamed cartoons, mind you).  We were gearing-up for a birthday party and the day was…