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Today is the very last day of the pink tide of celebration that is breast cancer awareness month. It’s also Halloween. I feel like there is some sort of connection to these facts and the email - one of celebration + horror in equal measures - that I received from… Read full post »
If a daisy grew every time I thought of you with a smile, all the houses in the world (or at least, in Norway) would have roofs thick with daisies. There would be daisies crowding together in the sidewalk cracks and curling up out of the sewer grates… Read full post »
Last Saturday you took a sort of entrance examination for sixth grade. There were 70-some odd kids applying for about 15 spots. As part of your day of tests and participation, the kids were asked to come up with an invention, and explain how it would… Read full post »
Monday the h turned 46 and because most people like a little fuss, even people like the h who don’t really like a fuss, we made a moderate fuss, declaring it birthday weekend, with gifts and cards and attention and cake doled out in serial fashion across Friday, Saturday, Sunday… Read full post »
As adults, we often assume that the celebrations with the prettiest décor, the fancier food, the higher priced liquor and the nicer people will be the celebrations that are remembered best, most frequently and most fondly.
But kids have a calculus all their own, and what seems s… Read full post »
He calls me his love.
My love! He says, smiling. And, more quietly, his eyes on mine: my love.
Some of those people, that eleventh day of the ninth month of the first year of the new century – some of them died right away, vaporized. But I… Read full post »
I am from the land of loud sounds:
shouts vibrating the air like a tuning fork,
heavy footfalls cracking the linoleum,
keys slamming on the dresser.
I am from the place of trying to not make a sound,… Read full post »
There are many types of silence, and they all sound different.
There is the silence that follows the last snick of the door closing on the last guest.
There is the silence of the woods muffled in snow. There is the silence of a room where only fire… Read full post »
I wish she’d stop carrying on so, someone said.
It might have been Mary. It wasn’t Becka, something that relieved me greatly because it was the kind of thing that Becka would say, not understanding how such a comment was like telling someone you know to be suicidal where… Read full post »
One fourth of July we went over to my Aunt Barb’s like we always do, and my dad got drunk, like he always does. I didn’t mind, because when he’s like that he's a little easier to manage. Not when he’s drunk, but when he was drunk around other… Read full post »
Something has been on my mind, something I read somewhere not long ago - I don't remember where, maybe Nova, or one of the airline in-flight magazines. The article was about the lightning bugs disappearing.
That's what we called them where I'm from. I like it better than firefly… Read full post »