Archive for the ‘Remembering’ Category
Spring’s here, finally. Winter stayed past its welcome, but the tree outside our house budded anyway, defying day after day of snow and gray skies. It’s not pretty yet, but the grass is greening and those buds are promises hanging from the branch, ready to pop. I open the windows even though it’s still cold. [...]
For S and T When I was growing up, I loved dandelions. My parents didn’t use chemicals on our yard, so as soon as the ground thawed and a couple spring rains came, dandelion weeds would pop up everywhere. I loved their sunny faces, their tiny lush petals, and [...]
It’s summer. We do summers especially well here in the north, where snow may fall in October or May. Even early June sometimes keeps us in the occasional sweatshirt, so when summer really comes it’s like cracking an egg, sunshine and warmth running thick and golden across our town. I take the kids to the [...]
To My Daughter Dear daughter in the future, You may be a mom someday. (No pressure on this. That may not be God’s plan for you. I am very glad that you have examples in the strong, nurturing, loving people around you who are not parents.) But I am a mom, and you may be [...]
Throughout most of my years at our large public high school, my friends and I floated comfortably in the middle echelon of the popularity spectrum. Due to my middle-school years at private school, I was largely unknown. I didn’t usually draw attention, positive or negative, and that was OK with me. So I was caught [...]
A few months ago, I had the very unfortunate experience of brushing my teeth with diaper cream. In my defense, the backs of tubes are almost identical. It wasn’t until I was already scrubbing my teeth with the brush that I realized something was wrong. It took a lot of gagging and rinsing and [...]
When we brought our daughter home from the hospital, it was a long, dark night. I remember thinking that I would probably never sleep again. I kept sitting up, trying not to use my recently caesareaned stomach muscles, to peer over the wicker sides of the bassinet. I worried about her breathing. I was worried [...]
I love leaving the house in winter. Let me rephrase that: I love the idea of leaving the house in winter. In reality, it is a long, tedious process of potty and hats and boots and coats and zippers and mittens, all while one child or the other is talking loudly or removing a mitten [...]
I miss my friend. Bryan died a few months ago. He was young, brilliant, and healthy. He was not the die-young type, if there is one. I expected him to spend years and years jousting with political adversaries in online discussion boards. I thought someday he’d be the well-dressed old man at the coffee [...]
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