This time of year, is pure nostalgia. Tidbits of memories that float on a crisp fall breeze, darting under raised coat collars and in between still ungloved fingers. Memories that twirl around my belly and tickle my lips and sit in my belly. So many Thanksgivings through so many different phases of life. The children’s… Continue reading Happy Thanksgiving- or something like that.
Tag: family
Keep your lemons…
I turned forty-five the other day. This is wild because I remember turning fifteen with some amount of clarity. I do. And seventeen. I recall my twentieth spin around the sun, and then, thirty, and also, forty. And now, I’ve arrived (gracefully?) at forty-five. Age is truly a number but when that number is something… Continue reading Keep your lemons…
Baby Games.
I pull a greasy strand of hair loose from my bun and twirl it around my finger. With every twist, I feel the sting of the cuticle I picked bloody earlier. I swipe up, closing the app, and then open it again. Nothing. The meme is funny, I think. I want to write again, to… Continue reading Baby Games.
Just because…
Michael J. Fox was quoted as saying something that seems so common sense for me that it’s almost absurd, as follows: “Family is not an important thing, it’s everything.” This sentiment is an easy one for me. I know that you may remind me that not everyone has a family and to that end, not… Continue reading Just because…
Happy I’m-Sorry-My-Independence-Makes-You-Uneasy Day.
“So, you have a whole bunch of invitations- you just don’t want to accept them, right?” asked Sus. Sure. Sort of. Not really. I did, I do, have a few Fourth of July plan offers. And for that, I am grateful. And also, confused. Maybe confused isn’t the right word to use. I can’t quite… Continue reading Happy I’m-Sorry-My-Independence-Makes-You-Uneasy Day.
The Privilege of Space.
My father (Doug) and I recently spent the day together. We do this every year for his birthday. It’s one of my favorite days of the year, hands down. It doesn’t really matter what we do, though it is usually some version of movie, meals, walk. Also, incredible conversation. Always. Mostly, Doug starts each of… Continue reading The Privilege of Space.
An Ode to the Best Girls.
A few years ago, or perhaps a few more than that, I had the great pleasure of meeting a group of young women called the South Woods Warriors. My mother was a middle school teacher for many years until she retired, and during her tenure as a teacher, she pulled together a group of young… Continue reading An Ode to the Best Girls.
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