Monthly Archives: January 2010

The details are vague, but I think I know why I’m not fond of tent camping. I was a Junior counselor at a summer camp for a sort of gentle reform program for 7th and 8th graders. It was called … Continue reading →

Sloggy mind, fresh popcorn, green tile table,small wooden bowl with the last few pecan pieces and nut dust, Matthew’s water bottle, the top of my water bottle peeking over the back of my laptop screen, voices of doubt, empty spaces, … Continue reading →

Silence that fills every space, sits with me, Prayer Book open on my lap. Soft light simply is. I know the small sighs I could hear were I to move closer, kneel beside a sleeping child. For now I’m content … Continue reading →

I was the 15 year old telling my mother how to improve her driving though I had never been behind the wheel. I studied her feet, how she balanced the needs of the gas pedal and the clutch with each … Continue reading →

In the small bowl, yeast, sucanut and water, once mixed, begin to foam. In the medium bowl, an egg, agave nectar and oil settle into a blob no matter how long the electric whisk just worked them. In the big … Continue reading →

Home for me is friendship. David is my best friend so this is good. Home is delightful delight. Home is the space I curl up in, where I am quiet, seemingly asleep, listening carefully to the fabric of my thoughts … Continue reading →

Meet Freddy. He’s big, huge, enormous! He sheds, drools, barks and wags. He lives in a small house owned by Little Man. Freddy takes up 1/3 of the house. Little Man Loves Freddy. Freddy lets Little Man use him as … Continue reading →

I promise myself I’ll get to balance the check book, eat a spoonful of chocolate frosting and stretch out my crossed legs once I write something. Allison and I used to walk through clothing aisles for fun. We’d search for … Continue reading →

I ate breakfast at 3pm when I worked in the North Loop. I worked at a nice clean diner til 1am every shift. After work I took the red line subway north to the purple line rail through Evanston to … Continue reading →

You know, it doesn’t have to be anything. It could be a few words, a few lines. Mundane. It could be about going to the grocery store and following my list exactly. It could be about diaper changes or cooking … Continue reading →