Jingle Bells
All day I’ve had Christmas songs in my head. Jingle Bells at six in the morning is not good. And just before, while sweeping the driveway at 8:45 at night, O Come All Ye Faithful was looping around. I think […]
All day I’ve had Christmas songs in my head. Jingle Bells at six in the morning is not good. And just before, while sweeping the driveway at 8:45 at night, O Come All Ye Faithful was looping around. I think […]
We are under the covers watching the rain pour down.The backyard is lit in green light, darkness tops the trees. The light is yellow now. It is the afternoon in the middle of the week. I imagine people in their […]
I must be an emotional archaeologist because I keep looking for the roots of things, particularly the roots of behavior and why I feel certain ways about certain things. ~ from The World According to Mister Rogers I’m so glad […]
In celebration of our thirteenth wedding anniversary, Michael surprised me with this I Dig You Baby ice cream cake. I got my first one when we were courting and I flew to LA to spend Valentine’s weekend with him back […]
Michael and I were finishing up dinner when he said, “Come with me. We’ll clean up after.” I balked at first, feeling the need to clear off the table, fill the dishwasher, wipe the counters. He took my hand and […]
Some Questions You Might Ask Is the soul solid, like iron? Or is it tender and breakable, like the wings of a moth in the beak of the owl? Who has it, and who doesn’t? I keep looking around me. […]
“Keep your guilt current,” he said. “What the hell do you mean by that?” I said. “What happened in the past is over, done. There’s not a damn thing you can do about it. But today, yes.” “But, shit. I […]
It’s late. I’ve been sitting out front enjoying the long light, watching the sky slowly ease into night. In the stillness, memories bubble up freely; like fireflies, appearing, disappearing. Night’s magicians. This tiny window opened for me tonight: Mom and […]
I could write about my pecan thing. I keep them in a jar in the freezer. I lay them out, oh, maybe five or six pecans at a time, in the palm of my hand, three or four times a […]
My brothers and I use to play a game in the backyard of our house in Delaware. It was a summer game with very easy rules to follow. They go like this: 1. Fill *four buckets with cold water from […]