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Sometimes I feel stuck in some sort of Copperfield-ian sphere where nothing is really what it seems. My friend just had a baby and of course I can barely talk about him without lactating into a puddle of nostalgia. Toby and Charlie were babies like last week, right? That’s how it feels anyway, which leaves me scratching my [...]
We moved in June. Sold the cute house. Quit the jobs. Said goodbye to Melissa. Left my family and friends.
And off we went to the little town in Texas where Greg would be youth pastor of Toby’s two-year-old church. A church that formerly held services in a bar.
When I crossed the threshold of our [...]
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 [...]
I wanted to record our boys on Christmas morning. I went shpelunking through the cabinet for an unused tape, but the three I found were from who-knows-when. I popped one in the camera to see if it had enough space left. What I saw made me wonder why I bother doing this to myself .
Toby [...]
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 beautifully [...]
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 don’t even clean up the supper dishes after we eat. One minute, our table is alive with the sounds of our voices: me cajoling Toby to lick a chunk of banana, Toby driving a tractor around his plate obliviously, Greg recounting his day or dreaming aloud about a car he wants to buy, and [...]
It sounded like a long time twenty years ago. That was when my laugh lines showed only when I laughed.
Back when I knew, that at thirty, I would be rich and famous. A published author and former Olympic gymnast. Married to a… yuck. Not married. Boys made me barf.
It was a show my mom watched. [...]
Toby wakes up and cries because he doesn’t feel like going pee pee in the potty right now he just wants to watch his train video in his pajamas and drink chocolate milk. Or maybe he wants to see what things he can hold in the mouth of the toy plastic pliers that he is [...]
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