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
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 day… Continue reading What to do with all this money?
Here's a short story I wrote. Actually it's the first chapter of a novel I've given up on. It was previously published on an online literary site I should've researched more thoroughly before submitting to. Mute Twenty years later, Samantha wouldn't remember his face. She wouldn't remember the slight cleft in his upper lip, or… Continue reading Mute
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 so… Continue 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, cool… Continue 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
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
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 nobody… Continue reading Time like a freight train…
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 for… Continue reading I am awake
...a rocky beach, cold ocean waves, salty hair.