I used to love swimming, and then I didn’t. We’d go the beach and I’d be happy on the sand, maybe wade up to my thighs. I rarely even took off the sundress slipped over my bathing suit (or, more usually, the yoga top paired with skirted bikini bottoms). Was it a body image thing?Continue reading “Kicking the Ass of the New Year”
Author Archives: andi
What to do with all this money?
This is a problem I’ve never really had. Yesterday I went on a school field trip with my oldest son, and the ride home took two hours longer than usual for a total of four hours on a shrill, cramped, steamy school bus. (Oh, how I appreciate my own particular kids after spending the dayContinue reading “What to do with all this money?”
I keep wandering into the kitchen and trying to fill my food craving. After eating a short bread cookie and a handful of salt and vinegar chips I realize – I’m just very tired. It’s not a food craving, it’s a sleep craving. I didn’t get much last night. My nose is stuffed up soContinue reading “Oh.”
I know I’m ready for spring when I strip our bed of its flannel sheets. Not just to wash and replace, but to tuck away in the dark recesses of the linen/BB gun closet until the temperature drops next fall. I’ve been waking up in the tiny hours with a sharp craving for smooth, coolContinue reading “Seasonal Daze”
Way back in my time, you’d listen to the radio. Your mom would wake you up with a whisper – “Snow!” – and you’d bounce to the living room radio and do your best to find a station that was announcing school closing, holding your breath and standing very still on just your right foot.Continue reading “Snow Daze”
Stealing Time: Fortnight of Flash
We make the hike up the mountain to find the Fort. Walls built from sticks and string, a fire pit alive with someone else’s fire. We marvel. The boys succumb to ancient rhythms of stick swinging and destruction. We warn them: someone else built this place. It is not ours to destroy even just a little.Continue reading “Stealing Time: Fortnight of Flash”
Time like a freight train…
Things I should be doing instead of this: Working. Sleeping. Folding clean towels. Packing for tomorrow. We’re not going anywhere but the soccer field and a birthday party and to the store to buy a bra, but yes, these trips require packing. But I’m doing none of those things. I’m updating a blog nobodyContinue reading “Time like a freight train…”
I am awake
It’s a good thing I woke up at four this morning, because the dishwasher I thought I’d started last night? I did not start last night. Had I woken up at 6:30 and discovered this, it would’ve been a tragedy. But now, no problem! Here I sit in my kitchen with the sound of swishing water forContinue reading “I am awake”
…a rocky beach, cold ocean waves, salty hair.
It might be easier to sleep if I wasn’t sharing a bed with a child, a man and a dog.