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Monthly Archive for June, 2013

Vacation Countdown

I’ve kept my eyes peeled these last seven days. Watching him. Her. Them. And for each of their sakes, I’ve tried to see it all. A kid in a kayak. A kid balancing on a stump in the water. Two kids flying off the pool deck with goggles on–For the forty-seventh time. An underwater handstand. […]

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Welcome to the Hotel Wash-ing-ton

On a gray backyard evening, beads of rain in my hair Warm smell of dirty socks, trapped there in the air Behind the zippery flap, I saw a flickering light My head grew wiser and I rubbed my eyes I had to peek in before night There they crouched in the doorway; One beginning to yell […]

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Kindness Remembered

I jumped to the grinding of the garbage truck circling the cul de sac. Husband already had the can at the edge of the road where it leaned off-balance with its single useless wheel. There was still time to snatch the kitchen trash, barefoot hobble across the driveway and cram the thing into the can. […]

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Beauty in the Ride

My dad parted with my college car recently. Sold the thing. Which is like saying my dad parted with his left leg. Or a certain plaid shirt. Or saying my dad parted with anything. But when he mentioned it yesterday–a nonchalant aside–I could feel the sentiment in the words he wasn’t saying. This wasn’t just […]

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When All You Need is a Sandbox Lid

I have heard some of the grandest hymns belted out here. In that sandbox lid. From those lungs. At eight:fifteen in the morning. And up until the moment he pulls out the harmonica, there’s no one else’s backyard I’d rather be in than mine. Hearing this one shout to the Lord. With every song in […]

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Disclaimer right here: Soap making isn’t for everyone. And. We ain’t no experts. But. There is something to the finished product. Something to the lather of a bar of soap we made ourselves, a bar that doesn’t decorate us in red bumps or stretch our skin tight, like a blown up balloon. A bar that […]

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The Power of Reading Aloud

I don’t know if teachers still read aloud to kids in elementary school. Or if the higher-ups have deemed there’s no time for that anymore. But I can still remember Mrs. Berry reading Charlotte’s Web aloud to us in the second grade. After lunch. A chapter at a time. It was the afternoon Mrs. Berry’s […]

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The Tap

You ever talk about your bathroom dreams? No? Yeah. Me either. Except this morning. And only after my husband confessed his. Which was after I said, “sooooo….I woke up to you snort-laughing in your sleep last night. What gives?” After which he tipped his head to the left and drummed his fingers on his lips […]

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In the Storm

They do not recognize the mommy on the couch, the one cradling her stomach with both hands and moaning at the ceiling fan. The one who has run errands for him and her the last several hours and who, now home, cannot rise to meet their whims. And so they come to me, unknowing. First […]

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Molasses Cookies

For years. Decades now…whenever my mom catches whiff that my brother is coming home, she becomes a blur in the kitchen, determined to have spaghetti ready to plate up and a pan of cinnamon rolls already glazed before his foot passes the front door. Always spaghetti. And always cinnamon rolls. As if my brother would […]

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