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Monthly Archive for September, 2012

Hug Material

It should have been simple. Taking the two shuffles toward my husband. My husband whose arms extended halfway from his sides like an airplane. Inviting. And waiting. Waiting  in slow motion. Waiting as I lifted one leaden leg, and then the other. Until I’d crossed the chasm between us. Simple. Sigh… It should have been […]

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Craft Week

They were not hidden well-enough this morning in the pocket of my sweatshirt. Which was when my son asked, “what are those?” I’d raised my eyebrows. “Those?” And he’d pointed till his finger touched the tip of the orange Always pad peeking from my pocket. Oh. Those. “Those are for mommy,” I said. And I turned […]

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Zee Mouse

Our son is deep in sleep under the covers of our bed. Which happened at 5:15 this morning after his fourth trip to our room. And after my legs would not get up a fourth time to stumble back to his. “It was a mouse,” he said the first time. “Crawling across my bed.” At […]

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The Ripple Effect

There was a time that I was puzzled by padded bras. Bras that puffed out at attention. Bras that did not crumple when dropped or driven over. Bras that could not crumple. But I don’t even remember which decade that was. I just know that the bras lying limp in my second drawer on Sunday […]

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The Smell of Today

There are those who bathe their children every night at 7:00.  Who find comfort in small shampooed heads. And clean fingernails. Whose routine never wavers. We. Are not those people. Or…let’s see…we’ve given up trying to be those people. Because we can’t keep up.   Last night in his bottom bunk, I lifted the shoulders […]

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Educating These Two

He started kindergarten. This one. And loves it. He signed in. Sampled his new seat. Paused in the reading center. And stamped a hearty hand print. She’s in the 3rd grade. This one. And still absorbing like a thirsty sponge. Sometimes there’s a little brother alongside who doesn’t know about the equator yet. Or Russian […]

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Inner Peace

I’d love to tell you that my boy loves soccer. That wearing those little cleats at seven a.m. on a Saturday morning means something. But I’ll just tell you the truth instead. My son doesn’t care a lick about that red ball. Not yet. And maybe never. He doesn’t care either about which direction he […]

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Point of View

I’ll tell ya… A lot happens in 24 months. Teeth grow in. Legs sprout. Foreheads touch the top of the sign. And mothers forget. Forget that happiness is having both feet where gravity intended them. Forget that a stomach and other organs abandoned in the sky is for the young. Forget there is but one […]

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Man Enough

It started in the morning when my son had asked, “do men drink from plastic water bottles?” Which stumped me, I guess… because I wasn’t sure which part to emphasize because I didn’t know what part concerned him….was it the men vs. women? drink versus gulp? plastic vs stainless steel? And so I said I […]

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Back in the Saddle

I’ll admit, it doesn’t look like much. From this angle. Crusty hills with a few power lines. But this is Saddle Rock…one of the jewels of Wenatchee. And since last summer when we stood in this same spot, things have changed. Like this sign. And the two beside it. Which say that Saddle Rock, an […]

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