271May 29, 2015
I like doing this with you, she says, and I look away from the wild roses just beyond us in the yard, their bold red beauty twisting madly toward the limitless sky, jutting elegantly through the slats.  Their freedom completely captures me, that and the way they’ve doubled in size, the way they reach in the […]
272May 8, 2015
Psst…I have rediscovered the secret to mothering without limits.  And just in time for Mother’s Day. Sometimes in the middle of a meal, she puts down her fork, a thin tink against scalloped edge.  The silver flashes, a change in the light just barely perceived, as she loosens her grip.  Oh my, the things that happen to […]
273Apr 17, 2015
I like the way God built me. Â She says it like it’s the simplest thing. Â The words fall easy, fluttering elegant, lighting on a twisty varicose vein that branches pen-thin across my thigh. Â I had been tracing the bruised lines with my finger. Â These spidery betrayers invade, cracks in the shell of me suddenly […]
274Apr 10, 2015
We wander down the grocery aisle, me with my head buried in a list, Zoe pushing the cart, Riley walking just behind, quietly trying to breathe. Zoe reaches toward me with her eyes. Â I feel the gaze grab hard, and I look up and toward my daughter. Â Zoe sucks in her belly and stiffens her […]
275Apr 3, 2015
On the porch in the early morning and the light all new, I lift my hand in the air, bending my fingers into the sign for love. Â And Adam, looking through the window as he leaves for school, tilts his head, studying the gesture. Â He looks at his own hand as Kevin backs out in […]
276Mar 6, 2015
Zoe grabs my hand before I turn. “Wait.” We stand on the threshold looking out at the world.  Clouds wrap thick, dove-gray over the warmth of the sky, until all sight takes on a stormy cast.  Winter lingers, and I want to reach out and touch the knobby buds on the branches of the tree in […]
277Jan 30, 2015
Afternoon, and I give thanks that I am sitting alone in the waiting room at the pediatric dental office, because this gratitude always comes fresh.  I never forget the difference between now and then, those days when I held my tears because of his, when it took three people just to clean his teeth.  They used […]
278Jan 23, 2015
I walk in, and she sits alone on the third row—she, only here to be with; she, who forgets how to breathe when being means there’s just too much to absorb.  She has the courage of a lion, and most don’t even know.  A movie flashes large on the screen at the front of the room, but I […]
279Jan 16, 2015
“I understand sometimes she has a hard time, and I don’t mind.  I don’t.  You know?  I let things go.  I don’t make a big deal,“ she says quietly, sipping thoughtfully, sitting carefully across from me at a dot of a table. If we could but offer each other this, that we all make unintentional mistakes.Zoe jiggles […]
280Jan 9, 2015
Afternoon, and noting the time, we drop the things in our hands, gathering and folding into the car. Â We turn corners and lift our hands, flat shields against the blinding sun, mutually complaining about the sight-stealing while we give thanks for the warmth, huddling into our seats. Â You cannot see my face, for no one […]