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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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