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I can’t think. I can’t think. I am doing a load of whites. I am making sandwiches. I am gluing decorations for the coffee social at church. No, actually, I am slathering Vick’s Vapo-Rub under Charlie’s snot-soaked t-shirt while peanut butter and scrapbook paper and dirty socks sputter through my cranial mess of smoldering, sparking [...]
Its your birthday! Though I’m certain you remembered because I woke up to your giggling face two inches from my nose. “Am I four?” you asked. Little, little you with your hands clasped in expectation, and your stuffed Dalmatian, Samson, drooping over the crook of your arm. Little four-year-old you with a furious brain casting [...]
All I want to do is clean the [stupid] floors because they are covered with torn up bits of toilet paper [and dog hair] that two chubby hands are pushing around with a yellow bulldozer. “Toby, please clean up this mess!” Toby is outraged. “It is NOT a mess, it is a landfill!” but I [...]
Booger-nose is running through the house with a yellow yard stick, swinging it around like he is a ninja. Oh wait… no, he’s a railroad crossing and a train is coming. He grasps the yard stick end with both hands and down it goes, “ding, ding, ding”. It is just so exciting that I must [...]
“Stop looking at me Charlie. Stop looking at me Charlie. Mommy make Charlie stop looking at meeeeeee.” “If you don’t look at him, he won’t look at you,” I say as I flip down the visor mirror and make sure it is really me talking and not my mother. “Say ‘Stop it!’ to Charlie. Why [...]
Its the kind of evening when the bits of nothing I did all day lump themselves together into one large energy-sucking wad and sit comfortably on my shoulders while I survey the toy explosion that is my living room floor. I could get up and sort the tractors and race cars and trains into their [...]
Every little boy wants to know that he is strong, that he matters. Only a man can tell him. Thank you, thank you for loving my boys and not leaving them to wonder…
I didn’t miss the finer points of Anatomy in eleventh grade. How could I have known that physiology is only the leafy display of a towering, deeply rooted tree? What I saw in the lab, casually dissecting a formaldehyde-soaked cat cadaver while smoothing the pleats on my cheerleading skirt, were just symbols that shroud a [...]
I ate a ham and cheese panini in a little cafe on the edge of Southlake Town Center. I had already been to the doctor that morning and told it was not time, see you next week. My friend Jerri sat across from me making idle conversation while I pouted about my inhumane state of [...]
I have it lately. Maybe its my kids. Maybe its an immunization to caffeine from my increasing daily intake. Maybe its five o’ clock runs catching me in the middle of the day as I lay next to Toby looking at books before nap. I cheerfully narrate The Little Engine That Could, squeaking or bellowing [...]
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