Although I wanted to be a big city girl growing up, my story had me in a Mayberry kind of place during my youth. Everything was not in black and white by any means. My Mayberry was in technicolor with the taste of Natural Light Beer or Zimas that had baked in the trunks of first cars… Continue reading I Miss Mayberry
Last night we sat in a booth adjacent to the high-topped bar table in the restaurant where we sat eleven years ago on the night when we were engaged. Then we were both getting to know each other and there were words, abundant words. Words about my job working with at-risk children in the public schools, words… Continue reading when there isn’t much to say
A few months ago I spent an entire day scrubbing baseboards, cleaning walls, floors and bathrooms. One of our family favorite dinners was roasting in the oven I even had left a Kitchen Spice Yankee Candle burning out the counter, all before my husband walked through the door at 5pm. It was a glorious day as conquering… Continue reading Everything Smells Like Pee
She sits there in her room, tiny plastic pieces of treasures, books, pink feather pens surround her, a crooked tiara on her head and streaks of orange marker are drawn on her leg from her kneecap to her hot pink painted toenails. She is forty pounds and forty some inches tall. She is three and she is… Continue reading passionate. not terrible. passionate.
Years ago, I could not wait to turn eighteen, graduate and leave the childhood home I grew up in on Sycamore Creek Drive. I wanted a fresh start and I never wanted to look back. I had many happy memories in that place but my inability to deal with my grief as an adolescent left… Continue reading One is Silver and the Other’s Gold