Monthly Archives: December 2010

Scene One “I know too but I’m not telling,” I answered when my mom’s half grin faded. “Maybe it’s the same person. Come on, tell me and I’ll tell you if you’re right,” she pleads, well aware I’m stubborn as … Continue reading →

Four seasons before we met, I knew us as an artist knows a painting before a single trace of color graces canvas. If this were not so, I would have been too afraid, let you slip away. Arms outstretched, facing … Continue reading →

from the bedroom you trotted big green with satiny edges trailing behind right hand pounding your breast “nuss, nuss!” auburn curls flying in from the kitchen i handed off tending brown rice, tvp (another small voice request) we met in … Continue reading →

From the age of seven to just before my 21st birthday I was under the impression that every time I sat down with pen and paper or word processor, I should be trying to write something good, deep, moving, complete. … Continue reading →

I rearranged furniture, making a new nest, one where my kids can easily curl up beside me, one away from the picture window and winter’s wisps. When I move the recliner to the east wall where our futon was, I … Continue reading →

Between dawn and daylight I move through a river of sacred moments as thoughts I ache to keep move like beautiful, slow, vanishing butterflies. That’s when I visit Sasha. Barely after dark lifts, snowy sky a mist gray, I’m standing … Continue reading →

unwritten words visit we sit for coffee chocolate cake we spin a slice of mystery a word or two between casual remarks to children weaving worlds nearby a moment arrives i recognize its mesmerizing gaze lean in to hear tuck … Continue reading →

Devyn is 2. We’ve only just moved into our RV. He and I are alone after dark for the first time. Nothing is the same. We’re not in a neighborhood with head lights dragging shadows along our walls, but in … Continue reading →

I begin to wonder about writing every day, or rather posting. Then I tell myself to take a day off, do something else with my free time. But I don’t want to. Writing, hitting publish, reading other blogs, commenting, reading … Continue reading →

A few months after Kori moved more than a thousand miles southwest, I learned algebra with my sixteen year old traveling babysitter (brother of a fellow skater), all the way to her new house, above clickety-clack, clickety-clack, one whole night … Continue reading →