“Nobody tells you about this part.”
“Which part?” Christine asked, pushing aside a stray lock. The late afternoon sunlight struck her dark hair boldly, warming the hue and igniting the streaks of silver that sparkled here and there.
Kay glanced at her from underneath a wide brimmed hat. “The firsts in life” she said with a soft smile.
Christine’s brow puckered with confusion. “What on earth are you talking about?”
Snapping a few more beans from their stalks, Kay tossed them casually into the pail at her feet.
“You know, we’ve seen weddings and births, babies walking and talking for the first time. But that’s not exactly what I mean.”
A few more beans hit the bucket. “We were never warned about how to handle watching our parents’ lives.”
Continue reading “Hidden Among the Thorns”
My purpose for this blog is tell stories. Most of them are the tales of mamahood splashed with the colors of real life, but I also enjoy writing a little fiction now and again. May I share some with you once in a while? It is a baby skill that I hope to nurture and grow into something more substantial one day.
Continue reading “The Way of the Earth”
The change is subtle, yet always shocking.
One moment, he’s a baby, crawling and squawking for milk. A perfect picture of dependence. It was only a few days ago that I gave birth to him, right?
Then one unexpected day, a step is taken. A precarious, hesitant, definitive step. And from that moment on, the little back seems straighter, stout legs grow firmer. The curtain falls on the infant, and rises to reveal the little boy in the next scene. Continue reading “Act 1, Scene 2”
“We class ourselves as branches
on our family tree,
each person has a branch
and each branch has its branches
growing out of it.” – David Harris
The mirror has changed for me.
Continue reading “Look Into the Mirror”
“When music sounds, all that I was I am”
– Walter de la Mare
Once a month, I go ballroom dancing.
I book the babysitter, pack my tattered shoes into my purse, and shift the van into drive. I leave behind all my various names and titles, and head to the one place where I don’t need them. Whether or not I have a name matters little here. Continue reading “The Woman With No Name”
Eucharisteo: to be grateful, to feel thankful, to give thanks
I don’t know about you, but most days, I don’t feel all that thankful. Sometimes I simply don’t want to feel thankful.
So I write them down.
And count them one by one.
Continue reading “Eucharisteo: The Art of Thankfulness #1-20”
Listen my son, for to you I confer
Our history, our past and beseech you
Continue reading “1915”