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Monthly Archive for August, 2012

Ceremony of the Peach

Sometimes it bears celebrating the harvest. Especially when all that’s involved is a peach. One peach. One peach that made it as a nub in April to something glorious in August. Which was why we waited for the fam to gather last night, so we could all witness the plucking of the bounty. And there […]

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The Mercy Seat

In April 2012, I was awarded my first speeding ticket. $154.00 For toodling down Pioneer Ave. at an alleged 46 in a 35. Which may be entirely accurate. I…don’t know. I was headed to the Roller Rink with a mind completely somewhere else. Until it was clear–very clear– the blinking bright lights on the motorcycle […]

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Two weeks ago we’d put one foot in front of the other up Pinnacle Peak Trail and then had gaped at Mount Rainier from Plummer’s Peak. It’d been spectacular. The sunshine. The side ache. The mountain against the blue of the sky. All of it. Which was when my husband started planning a trip back. […]

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Summer School

Sometimes… it’s she who teaches. And I just get in on the peripheral. Which is what was happening here when I oopsied in on the start of their tea party and saw him in his Christmas vest from 2010 and her in a white dress that fit better in the spring. Together they’d arranged the tea cups–one […]

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Bench Lake

That it was 92 degrees at Mount Rainier last Friday wasn’t the problem. It was the two wilting kids in the back of the van who’d already hiked that morning and who might have given anything to suck on ice cubes for the next half hour. Which was when we set our sights sort of low […]

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Grove of the Patriarchs

There is something about gaping at a tree that’s been living for a millenium. That hasn’t quit breathing. Or reaching. Or adding to its girth. Something majestic. Something that makes us want to wrap our arms around any size tree to put into perspective how puny we really are. We’re at The Grove of the […]

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Gentleman in Training

He was crushed. Devastated. And his face couldn’t hide his hurt. He leaned into my seated body. His lips at my ear. “Sissy said,” he choked out. “Sissy said, ‘it’s ladies first.’” I followed the end of my son’s finger to the blow up slide where the birthday girl and her three friends clawed to […]

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Heart Vision

In a manner that said, “I picked this just for you,” my son appeared before me with a leaf. No flower in sight. Just a leaf…rounded like a spade and smooth on the face like a skipping stone. I reached for the lonely bouquet tick-tocking beneath my nose and traced the leaf’s outline with my […]

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What Matters

Um. I realize now… That it doesn’t matter that I vacuumed every crumb in the house–upstairs and down. Or that I mopped the floors after that. Or that I mowed the lawns while the grass was still wet and the bag kept falling off. Or that I swept the corners of the concrete where the […]

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Pinnacle Peak Trail

“I’ll tell you what… When the sun beats down on Mount Rainier like it did yesterday, there ain’t a prettier place to be. This. Is Paradise. And minus the mosquito bites down my left arm, it feels that way too. It’s just the two of us this time. Buzzing around in the van. Burping peanut […]

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