Category: children

Hiked Up

The morning hike starts the same way every day. It is just past dark, but before sunrise when Jack and I set out.  He is always anxious, curious and a little nutty.  I am usually sore, always alert and making sure he doesn’t get into trouble.  We take the first few minutes to get settled.  Jack does…

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Odd Fit

I like to think of myself as funny. I’m pretty sure I won something in high school related to being funny…best sense of humor or best laugh, maybe. No, I don’t think it was my laugh because that’s a bit of an awkward and snorty mess most of the time. Anyway, the point of the…

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Flip Flops

It’s Memorial Day, again. Honestly, as I get older sometimes things become rote.  Here we go again, another Easter, it’s time for Halloween again.  As we move into summer, it’s another long weekend of flags, boats heading to the lake, and the smell of coals burning. More often than not, when I get in these modes, slip…

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Shift Dress

I have this thing with being left behind. I guess it’s an “issue.”  I want to leave first, die first, I want to be the goer, doer.  I’m not aware of any abandonment issues, and if I have them, it’s too late to delve into that mess.  I’m an adult, a mom, who has a…

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Couture

There was a little girl at Starbucks this morning.  School uniform, braided hair, she was sitting in one of the chairs by the shelf of coffee and designer cups.  She must have been asked to wait there while her mom got, what I’m sure was much needed, caffeine. I noticed her because she was sort…

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Monkey Socks

Middle. Cream filling, insulation, pages, jelly, core, down feathers.  All are in the middle, tucked between two covers or layers.  The heart is essentially in the middle, between the front and back of the body.  Nestled and hidden, but essential. The chocolate cookies of an Oreo are crunchy and yummy, but it’s really about the…

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Patches

I’m always a little overzealous with the Spackle. The less is more philosophy sort of goes out the window and I find myself not only covering up unsightly cracks or holes, but trying to get the wall back to it’s original state. My enthusiastic efforts usually create patches.  I overdo it and then I have…

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Onesie

At the risk of sounding politically incorrect (God forbid), an interesting little diddy popped up on my news feed and I feel compelled, yes compelled, to comment. Let’s start with the Editor’s note that accompanied the article… (Editor’s Note: We have followed the Advocate’s lead, and referred to John Jolie-Pitt as “they” as a gender-neutral pronoun…

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Petite

  Glitter gets the attention, but for all its flash, it is delicate, vulnerable.  The wind or a breath can easily carry it away. Glue sticks.  It helps the glitter hold on.  Glue can be in glitter’s fairy dust presence, but glue is covered, underneath.  They are a suited pair. I remember being in early grammar school…

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