Category Archives: The Lot of It Sometimes, it’s hard to believe that sweatshirts in my closet and memories from “not that long ago” are actually more than 20 years old. Grandma was right when she said the days were long and the years, oh-so short. “Mommy,” he says, “how old will you be when I’m 40?” “80,” I say, hoping […]  “Drop a pebble in the water, splash, and it is gone; But there’s half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on. Spreading, spreading from the center to the sea, and there is no way of telling where the end is going to be.” Tired. So tired. I shook my head as the allergy pill I’d […]  “I want to sleep alone,” he said. “Please leave.” I remember hoping for similar words in the past, but on this night, I was sad. Unprepared. “Don’t you want song tickles?” I’ve been tickling my son’s back while singing the same two songs to him since the day I brought him home and wondered whether […]  I sit at my keyboard having planned to tell you about my little boy growing from six to seven, milestones met, and about how we rang in his seventh birthday with fireworks and questions I’d never have expected from him. I’d planned to share the magic of a gem mine and water rides on a hot […]  I can’t remember whether we visited the old folks home to earn a Brownie Troop badge or to visit somebody. My mom told us old people were the same as we were and reminded us that they used to be young. She showed us photos of my Grandma as a girl. I wouldn’t have recognized her. My brothers and I dressed in church clothes […]  I found a boy behind a dumpster. He was drunk, floppy and adorable. He looked like a stuffed animal sitting there alone. I went to him. I’d always wanted to know what it felt like to have a boy inside of me and thought that because we’d danced and kissed earlier, that maybe this was my […] |
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