I do it myself

My son is only 20 months old but “I do it myself” is one of his favorite phrases. This statement makes me proud of how determined and self-sufficient he longs to be. It also tugs at my heart as more proof that the days are spilling through my fingers. As I set my heart aside I … Continue reading

Waiting for this moment to arise

Waiting for this moment to arise

There aren’t enough “learn to ride your bike” moments in adult life. Accomplishments are longer tests of endurance, carefully plotted steps, smalls tasks combined to equal promotion or project end or new home. There aren’t enough great leaps of faith where you take desire, fear and an honest trust in yourself combined with the magic of … Continue reading

The sweater pencil network

The sweater pencil network

It feels like fall today. It’s warm but there’s a cool thread running through the breeze signaling fall’s approach. We’ve barely had a summer but I welcome fall anyway, always. Out and about, after an unsuccessful lunch hour of  errands, I find the faint fall scent in the air stirs a craving for pencils, notebooks … Continue reading

Be still

I stormed out into the twilight to catch my breath. The day had started just like every other day first with denial, then the slow onset of reality and finally adoption as I sank my feet into to the lambskin rug whose comfort ran briefly across my thoughts. There were showers, lunches, and a toddler … Continue reading

It’s not nice to laugh at others

It’s not nice to laugh at others

There was a girl who lived a few houses away from me. I don’t remember playing with her often, but I remember one day when she warned that we had to be quiet “her butter was sleeping”. The visual is vivid. I saw a stick of butter, one of my favorite things (then and now), … Continue reading

Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day

I’ve haven’t liked my birthday (for reasons I’ll tackle another day) which until now, has been the only day that celebrates me. Now I have Mother’s Day too (tomorrow). As I think about what I want to do on Mother’s Day or what it means I feel more and more like I feel about my … Continue reading

Please

A few nights ago my son was crying. He’d been difficult all night and we decided that we couldn’t keep giving into tantrums, that we weren’t doing him any favors by not letting him work through these things on his own. As the crying continued our eyes met and I found in them a deep, … Continue reading

Loners

Loners

When I was little I was terrified of bugs in my bedroom, especially in my bed.  No one likes bugs in their bed but it was more than not liking – it was the fear of the possibility of a bug. I’d find myself playing with my dolls (or trucks) and the thought would come … Continue reading