Monthly Archives: October 2010

What is torn can often be mended, but not always. I was lucky. Dusk came to the dock. In his parent’s lake house, one lamp on a night stand lit up a corner over cream colored carpet. My toes sank … Continue reading →

When I set up shop outside Starbucks at 5:15pm, I was hopeful, but over an hour later, nothing worth posting had happened on the screen. Around 6:45pm, on my way to Goodwill to purchase a couple pairs of jeans, when … Continue reading →

If you saw a thirty something mother and father pushing a well used umbrella stroller along the sidewalk, accompanied by their two young boys, this would be average. If neither boy was in the stroller, this would still be common … Continue reading →

remote control cord stretches from television to ez chair I eat canned spinach dripping forkfuls memorize TV guide “weeknights until 10pm” mom’s bed in our dining room aged green blanket stretched and wrinkly next to a typewriter story half written … Continue reading →

Here I am outside Starbucks. I have fresh decaf loaded with cream, a borrowed copy of Bird by Bird By Anne Lamott, a 3.5oz bar of “Organic & fairly traded chocolate caramel crunch *with sea salt*” and my laptop. This … Continue reading →

“I tend not to write about what’s currently going on in my life as if writing it will make living it less real.” I wrote this a few days ago. I’m now going to contradict myself by telling you, in … Continue reading →

“O God, I pray for the willingness to accept the prosperity in my life.” The rest area had a playground. Sun eased in sideways along my shoulders. I couldn’t have walked any slower to tomorrow. How long would I linger … Continue reading →

Nothing. No story. No images. No inclination to write. Just determination to stay with the assignment I set for myself to write 30 posts in 30 days. Here’s the deal. I slept in. I encoraged dad and son to get … Continue reading →

Daddy read Dr. Seuss, “Happy Birthday to You,” letting the boys make funny commentary all the way through. They prayed together while I dozed on the couch. Now I’ve come to join them, but I don’t follow my own rule: … Continue reading →

Three by three they arrived early this cool autumn afternoon. Being prompt is rewarded in the third week. 1pm, at tables and chairs, we can see each other. Two groups, two rooms. Small and large. Different virtue for each class. … Continue reading →