I feel like someone scooped up a big stack of photographs, tossed them in the air, and I’m catching glimpses of golden memories as they fall around me. I want to snatch each one, show it to you, and tell you all about it. But then the next one catches my eye, and my thoughts […]
“Little by little, one travels far.” J.R.R. Tolkien Read More »
This is an interesting place to live. Jacob is rocking out in the den, thanks to a Jars of Clay DVD. He can’t just watch a concert. He sings. He shouts. He stands. He claps or raises his hands. It’s an interactive, aerobic adventure. And then there’s George. My fashionisto. I chuckled when he walked
Of fashion, concerts, and chocolate dreams. Read More »
When he entered the kitchen this morning, I was on my knees wiping the floor with a wet paper towel. “What happened?” “Oh, I dropped that . . . thing . . . the dealie that the coffee goes into when you grind it. What would you call it?” He pointed. “This? It’s a habernaculum.”
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May is an interesting month for me. Sort of an emotional smorgasbord. I know what’s on the menu, but I still find myself surprised by the intensity of the flavors. May 5th is our anniversary. This year marked twenty-six years of marital monkeyshines. Get married, y’all. Then have a few kids. It’ll grow you up
The conductor raised his baton, cued the poet, and the phone sang in tune with the music of the spheres. Or something like that. Her husband sat at the table nearby sorting the mail. She’d just read the poem on the screen silently to herself. Twice. And, as she had so many times before, she
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Remember the standard, elementary school, first-day-back-to-class assignment? Every year it was the same thing. “Okay, boys and girls, take out a sheet of notebook paper, and write your name in the top right corner.” Then the teacher would pick up a brand new stick of chalk and write these words on her pristine blackboard. “What
“My Adventures” by ElleZymn, Chapter One: Rocky Mountain High Read More »
Do you ever feel like, no matter what you say, it comes out wrong? Somewhere between your mouth and the listener’s ear, the words get twisted into a shape you never intended. You meant to put someone at ease, but instead he looks more uncomfortable than before. You meant to encourage, but you offend. Does
Waking up in Kansas Read More »
I’m about to disappear for a while. (Wouldn’t it be fun to really disappear for a day? — to walk around unseen, listening to other people’s conversations, finding out what they say about you when you’re not around . . . or, um, on second thought, never mind.) Anyway, back to my original topic. March
I just read the following e-mail from my mom: “Today Dad and I went to see the new Will Smith movie, Hitch, and the model that looks like you had a starring role as an heiress. Her name is Amber Valletta, and she is a super-model. I looked her up on the internet, and the
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This afternoon a persistent little pang told me I was hungry. Heart hungry. I knew just what would satisfy it, too. I called Grace. We talked for a while about various subjects. Then, after a momentary silence, she said, “I need to tell you something.” * * * Time for some backstory. (I’ve been doing