I suppose there isn’t a wrong way to eat a walnut. What. You chew and swallow. But there is a better way. For years we were satisfied to buy the Costco-sized bag of walnuts and chomp our way through them, one mealy bite at a time. Which was fine. Then. We conquered lots of bags […]
Monthly Archive for March, 2014
I cannot explain how quickly this… Becomes this… Becomes this… Becomes Seven. Only that it does. In a blink. Happy Birthday, sweet boy. Happy seventh Birthday to you!
Because it would pain him to keep a secret. And because his conscience cannot sleep with pain, he calls me closer to his lips. My knees are already buried in the carpet by his bed, my head hovering near his. And yet it is not close enough. “I have to tell you something,” he says. […]
You know. I’ve missed it. For so many years. For so many March fifteens. Missed the simple invitation. To be happy. Missed the invitation because I was looking where it couldn’t be found. Looking for happiness in birthday phone calls. Or in notes left by friends. Or in lunches out and dinners in. Until, as […]
It is the silly putty we’re seeing. He and I. The stuff that’s gone through the wash clinging to his clothes. The stuff we’re both picking at with fingernails on the shoulder of his long-sleeve. Like crusted gum. Only I’m sure it is gum–washed and dried and caramelized to the threads, until his sheepish grin […]
The rain has come down sideways from both directions for two days. Two days plus ten. Rain here. Blizzards in the hills. At night, when all is still, sheets of water well up and whap the windows downstairs. And the sudden beating on the roof pounds like heaven’s drum kit let loose. We wear our […]