She floats and she floats, adrift in her hope. Her sailboat it tips and it swerves and it dips, in the unpredictable, infinite sea. Love crafted the boat, and it’s strong and it stays, but it isn’t much larger than she. And the skies, they are grey, and the clouds hug her low, and she … Continue reading Small Mighty Wisdom
We have 2 children, 2 dogs, and 3 chickens. The yard is a series of lovely surprises tucked here and there – herbs and berries, veggies and flora. In the house, the typical and never ending tasks and maintenance stare me down. The recycling overflows and the compost rots. The 2 dogs fill the house … Continue reading Home
Spring of 2011. Warm. Her small hand just so in mine. She’s hot. Books askew on her lap. Pieces and parts of miniature dollies here and there across the back seat and floorboards. Her feet dangle in that telltale position of deep sleep induced by the hum of the car over the roadway. Red cheeked, … Continue reading Sweetness Embodied
I didn’t vote for Barack Obama because of: my race my religion my gender or sexuality my feelings on taxation my health care needs my partisanship my job/career/employment future my right to manage my own body, as a woman my fears I voted for him because I have young children and these things need to … Continue reading Gobama.
February 2012, on maternity leave. What else to do but go through a massive pile of bits of paper, all holding jotted inspirations and vitriol? A collection forged over the past year or few. I know some of this is OCD tendencies having their way. I know what makes me happy, what makes me unhappy. I … Continue reading Waiting for brother baby.
July 2011 I’ve been up for 1 hour and a few minutes. Everyone else is asleep. Dark in the hotel room. My husband sold a big sculpture today. Then we got a call from our dogsitter that our big boy had run away. He’s back now. It was a thunderstorm. Apparently our girl started to … Continue reading Wide awake at 3:40, if only I had a kindle.
I was going to be a pilot in the Air Force. On the very last day possible, I decided to work with children with cancer instead. I gave the pilot slot back. I was a 22-year-old nursing student in an AFROTC program, and I thought I’d lose my mind in the expansiveness of that decision. I … Continue reading The Rest of the Story