Dec 2010

31

Favorite foods. Your favorite posts this year: Caught on Chat Roulette Women hold up half the sky Hot cocoa taste test Made for TV drama Five things needed to induce sleep in a toddler Failure or alas I cannot get published My skin or my soul Icebox cupcakes Petrichor Silly soup song My favorite slow-cooked […]

Dec 2010

29

He scooped a puddle with the snow shovel and in the process reminded me that it’s the action and not the outcome that matters.

Dec 2010

17

Destroy and conquer what ails you. Peanuts by Charles Schulz.  There’s no better way to relieve stress from: the hustle of last-minute shopping, the bustle of boxing up packages to be mailed at prices that outstrip the gifts’ values, the worry that school work won’t be wrapped up before the term’s end, the anxiety of […]

Dec 2010

15

A present arrived in the mail from a fellow blogger and it made my day. Andrea Lani is someone I began reading some months ago and although I’m still getting to know her, I’ve discovered we share things in common: She’s a writer who wishes always to be writing more.“Why have I not submitted anything […]

Dec 2010

10

tairnoun Santa delivers. Christmas, 2009. The weight of the wrapping or the container that holds the object. Two months ago, my son Sam decided to ask Santa Claus for an Apple laptop despite being told that the jolly elf wouldn’t deliver such a gift. All this 9-year-old boy knew was that Santa granted wishes and […]

Dec 2010

8

The men in my family came home with a tree just 2 feet tall. The boxes of holiday decorations hauled out of the attic dwarfed the tree. My 3-year-old son dwarfed the tree. The cat dwarfed the tree. What were you thinking? I asked. The tree was too tiny to hold a string of lights, […]

Dec 2010

3

There is a type of sadness that settles over my heart like fog rolling in slowly, casting quiet shadows and muting colors almost imperceptibly, so that my landscape is changed but unnoticed by me, like how I keep forgetting that the sky should be blue instead of gray. I’ve had trouble staying warm lately, even […]

Dec 2010

3

My father began chemotherapy. I don’t know what to write after a sentence like that. That’s all there is inside of me right now. I’m a blackboard to write upon, I’m cataloging the moment, not thinking forward or backward, not planning, just here, because tomorrow it’ll all be erased.

Dec 2010

1

At 8:30 every weekday morning, the house is filled with the squawks and squeals of the clarinet, the plaintive plucking and moaning of the violin. My sons are learning to make music, a plodding and painful process that I might not survive.  The clarinet was mine when I was 12. It’s been passed down to […]

Nov 2010

19

I opened the bathroom door and a squeal erupted from inside. “I’m deodoring!” my son said. Oops. * Recently, I challenged myself to record each day with a photo and an observation, much like what happens at habit: a collection of days. Some of the pictures and writing I’ve used here, others I only posted […]

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