It’s our kids’ Christmas break, and our normally tidy home has detritus on every surface. Before sitting down to write, I collected cups and glasses scattered around the living room: a rocks glass in the window sill with a crust of dried milk in the bottom, an insulated cup from the table with one sip … Continue reading Mixed feelings on messes
A creak at our door, black as night out the window. “Mom, it’s six-oh-two!” Cinnamon, butter, and warm yeasted dough – scents of Christmas morning. Stampede of kid feet down carpeted stairs – squeals of delight at the tree. Wide eyes sparkle like holiday lights; a kiss that tastes of chocolate. Small hands – sticky … Continue reading Haiku from Christmas
I’m feeling festive among the jeweled reds of the season. I don’t want to take too much time away from family to write on Christmas (though they are all occupied with other things – new Wii games, a new Samsung tablet, a pre-feast workout), but the colors of the day are inspiring me. Since I … Continue reading Christmas in reds
A creak at our door, black as night out the window. “Mom, it’s six-oh-two!” Cinnamon, tea, and warm yeasted dough – scents of Christmas morning. Stampede of kid feet down carpeted stairs – squeals of delight at the tree. Wide eyes sparkle, like holiday lights; a kiss that tastes of chocolate. Small hands – sticky … Continue reading Haiku from Christmas
We weren’t even in our new place before packages started showing up on our doorstep. Since we were geniuses and crammed our move into the two weeks between our kids’ birthdays (and only four weeks before Christmas), we did a lot of online ordering to make sure we didn’t screw up and forget to shop … Continue reading I think I tipped the wrong guy
Butterfly Mind 