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Monthly Archive for May, 2013

Celebrating Him

We’re a weepy bunch. And it started yesterday with my husband who was brushing a sleeve over his eyes when he stepped in from the garage. He waved away my fear. Nothing was wrong. “It’s just…” He half-laughed, half blew his nose. “It’s just the last time I’ll be picking him up from school and […]

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Losing the First

Already he is crying. Deep, injured sobs. Where his cheeks bunch, the tears leap like thrill seekers from a cliff. Into my lap. Into the carpet. He’d trusted me. I could see it in his bewildered eyes. And. I’d come through. I’d pinched his baby tooth a final time between my thumb and pointer finger, […]

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Peace in the Saddle

There is something about throwing on a pair of tennis shoes and hefting your weight up Saddle Rock. It just never gets old. I mean, our knees and hips…those things are audibly creaking. But the beauty… God’s beauty. It’s worth every shin splint. Back when I wore a black Timex even to church, that year after […]

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Back at the Lodge

Sometimes…I forget. Just how much they long to be on the other side. . To have their faces wet… And their bodies soaked. With joy. I forget that soggy…   Or dry…   They love this place.   Which is why, even if I must be on guard for a real-life, 20 hour round of […]

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For the Love of Cousins

I bear witness.  There is something about cousins. Something great. Something that takes an ordinary, plastic dump truck (now stuffed with a cousin in a cat mask)… And turns it into a derby… That empties its customers on the corner. And then. Sometimes…a cousin in the back of your truck… Isn’t just a cousin…in the […]

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On Bowling

Um. Don’t let the fancy back leg there fool ya. Because this is literally the ‘blind leading the blind.’ We know about as much about how to bowl as we do about how to yo-yo. Like nothing. Which for some reason is okay when you go bowling. Because nobody gives a rip. But what baffles […]

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Is it Hard?

His left hand was still swiveling in a pool of water on the kitchen counter, when he touched my side with his right. “Is it hard,” he wanted to know. “Is it hard to be a mother?” “Hard?” I heard myself sigh. “Is it hard?” I did not know how to answer for a million […]

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The Blank Page

Some days the blank page intimidates. It’s been too long. And so I creep up to it like I would our cat after vacation, with gentle fingers that ask, “Do you remember me?” But the page only waits. And so I press them. The keys. And they become less new. They invite me like my […]

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When One of us Hurts

Our daughter was seventeen months old the day she tripped tottering up my mother-in-law’s driveway. The day she chipped a triangle out of both front teeth. The day I sobbed as if they’d been my teeth. The dress she wore holds no memory for anyone. Anyone except me. I remember its blue, cotton bottom and […]

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Redefining Exercise

The plan was simple. Put on a padded gym top. Go to the gym. Look busy on a recumbent bike. And I did. Look busy. Busy trying to find where the pad for my right boob had gone. Not that I saw it go anywhere. I just sensed in mid-magazine article that the right side […]

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