A Mother’s Dance
Perhaps it was June’s night sky or the music echoing through the air. Perhaps it was the inspiration of tContinue reading
Enough With the Book Reports Already!
Dearest Teacher,Let me be the first to say that I never do homework (or projects) for my kids. Believe me, I’ve been asked.In all of my leftover high school nerdiness, I stand firm on them doing their own work, and will walk away if the words, “Can’t you just do…
Defining Roles
As soon as my oldest could speak, I started teaching him the fundamentals in case he was ever lost. Name? Good. Address? We had a song for that. At the time, his father was a police officer where we lived, so that, too, was good information to ensure his safe…
“Just Divorced”
Several years back, I watched a thread unfold on my friend’s Facebook wall: “I just passed a car in a…
The Last Fight
The last fight certainly wasn’t the worst. It was just the last straw. He never laid a finger on me - never even lifted a hand. And I knew that he would never physically hurt me. Yes, adults in loving relationships (married or not) argue. But these did not feel…
A Crinkle In Time
Shortly after my grandmother’s cancer diagnosis in the late 90s, my sister, Heather, and I made an admittedly rare appearance in church. As we sat in a pew in Carlisle, Pennsylvania waiting for mass to start, I pinched what I could of my forehead. “I just wish my head would…
Writing Life’s Little Chapters
I won my first – and ONLY – creative writing award in the third grade (Thank you, Mrs. Larsen!) for…