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Little Mashel Falls Trail

If you can make it to Pack Forest in Eatonville, WA, then you’re almost there. In fact, your GPS will say you are there. It’ll even say you’re at the trailhead. Which is where you want to be. Only you’ll look north, south, east, west and even under your car and realize that there is […]

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Sequalitchew Creek Trail

You might need a pronunciation guide for this trail–Se-qual-it-chew. That, and a map to find DuPont. Then, too, if you can catch the rarest thing in western Washington these days–a sunny, 45 degree morning–like we did, this is the place you want to be. Because all that rain has to amount to something. Somewhere. And […]

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What it Costs

Silas is a mix of snot and fumbled fingers. His wad of toilet paper in his front pocket is at the ready for when frustration signals his nose to run. Or for when his brain says, “enough,” and I’ve asked him to try one more time. He can catch the tears there, too. I’m in […]

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Ripples

Silas is looking at me from across the table. His elbows pinch the bowl of turkey soup in front of him while his eyes roll in disinterest. The nachos he wolfed 30 minutes earlier haven’t left room for anything else except boredom. Which is why his soup bowl is bobbing three quarters full. And why […]

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Learning From the Best

Five months before I’d turned forty, I’d made an appointment with Susan at Sephora. I was desperate. I didn’t want to look forty when I was forty. I was hoping Susan could help. Susan introduced me to primers. Eyelash primers, eye shadow primers. Stuff that goes on your face before you put the actual other […]

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Mom Bodies

I brought my mom body to Great Wolf Lodge. Ooched a swimsuit over the parts of me that didn’t quite tuck in neatly anymore. And watched as my kids abandoned their clothing like they were fleeing a fire. “You coming, mom?” Silas squealed. He was barefoot and halfway in the hallway, the rest of his […]

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Little Boy Big

He is eight today. Eight today and nine tomorrow. Ages that do not define his soul. Because he has always felt. Always intuitively sensed, like a cat, when someone wasn’t well. Always prayed from the depths of his heart for healing and peace over his family. And for more duct tape. He has cornered his sister […]

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Tea for Two

They want to know if they can have a tea party. And at my nod, they are squirreling away for the tiny chairs and the tiny table and hauling a stool to the bookshelf where the even tinier tea set has waited a year or more to be remembered. And here one of them totters in socks on top of […]

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When Six Wheels is a Party

We did not see him for an hour. In which time he’d found a drill, enough screws and scrap boards to rejuvenate his yardsale skateboard into… Into this. And then because it had been raining the entire day except for these four minutes and because the size of his eyes convinced us all that we had to […]

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When Faces Fall

It’s my boy, sitting shotgun messing with the camera on my phone. He takes a picture of his big teeth with even bigger braces and waves it for me to see. We both laugh. Then he says, “smile!” And I cheese with both eyes still on the red light, my profile catching the lens. I […]

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