171Aug 24, 2012
Five o’clock and the day gasping, my children hang on me like satellites in orbit.  I stand at the sink, rubbing green beans between my fingers in a colander, the water rushing over, warm.  For a breath—just one—I wonder about where these beans grew–what close field, the color of the soil, the smell.  I wonder whose […]
172Jun 22, 2012
Saturday, we pile in the van to take Zoe to a friend’s house for the afternoon, and I switch on navigation on my phone. Â All the times Zoe’s been there to play, for birthday parties, and Kevin has always driven her. Â Before we pull out of the driveway, the digital female voice has repeated the […]
173Apr 13, 2012
I’m back from a run, my pulse still elevated, sweat dripping. “Mom? Â You’re sweaty.” Riley’s voice rises from the living room, where she sits waiting on me, her pencil moving over a workbook in her lap. Â Before I leave, every run, she asks me where I’ll be running, rehearses the steps with me street by […]
174Apr 6, 2012
Today, Adam walks inside smelling of grass, his sharp, blue eyes fastened on me, his stride purposeful. “Hi,” I say, wondering. Â Is this the day for one of his (His) surprises? “Hi, Mommy,” He says, waving one hand a little. Â Then he bends down and kisses me. And I am blown, like the withered petals […]
175Feb 24, 2012
She comes to find me and starts the conversation casually, pulling her hair back with one hand, letting it fall. Â The soft blonde strands, deepening now to brown, float out around her face, slide down along the edges of her cheeks. Â Her eyes are wells, stronger and more serious at times than her years. Â Her […]
176Feb 17, 2012
Source: healthyfitandtoned.tumblr.com via Elysa on Pinterest Won’t you come and run with me? Â The skies are blue, the sun warm and guilding life with gold, the road open with possibility. I am a runner. Â And it teaches. And I’m not trying to be dramatic about it, but the truth is this: Â I never believed I […]
177Jan 13, 2012
Do not believe that I have mastered contentment. I pursue it…ruthlessly. Â But just as I feel it graze my fingertips, it disappears, the butterfly I cannot catch, dancing just nearby. Do you struggle, like me? Â Blessed beyond what you can believe and yet still somehow allowing the ridiculous sigh from your lips? Â I count gifts, […]
178Dec 16, 2011
This is the first year that Adam has been able to tell me what he wants for Christmas. Â Just a few weeks ago, I stood in the kitchen wrapping my arms around my nine year old son, who laughed but squirmed with discomfort. Â I kissed him on the cheek and smiled into bright blue eyes […]
179Nov 11, 2011
You say grace before meals./All right. / But I say grace before the play and the opera, /And grace before the concert and the pantomime, /And grace before I open a book, /And grace before sketching, painting,/ Swimming, fencing, boxing, walking, playing, dancing,/And grace before I dip the pen in the ink (~G.K. Chesterson, as […]
180Nov 4, 2011
May your unfailing love be my comfort…(Psalm 119:76) Last night, they sat in the chair together, a boy and his dad. Â For years, Kevin’s lap has been the place where Adam finds the most comfort. Â In his most terrible moments, when he cries so hard he gasps for air, this is the place he remembers […]