I hate feeling vulnerable, like I feel right now. I just hit send on an e-mail to a colleague regarding a work issue. I cannot talk to this person as I have never met her nor do I know where she lives. It is a long-distance working relationship within which time and space are dimensions …
I am trying to make sense of myself tonight. It has been a long day, not conducive to thinking. I got up late this morning, missed the alarm altogether. That means I am half an hour behind all day. In my subconscious, the thoughts linger from our argument last night, but I am able to …
MacDonald’s restaurant might just be the last place on earth where anything goes. If it was up to me, I would never darken the doors of this particular fast-food joint, but with four children in tow, regular visits come with the territory. I, for one, generally do not leave saying “I’m lovin’ it.” We are …
I am pushing a cart with my three noisy daughters through the grocery section of Walmart. I bend down to adjust the box of grape canned pop on the bottom wire rack, when I straighten and see her. She is pushing past me with her own teenage daughter in tow, looking in a hurry and …
I logged onto Facebook this afternoon and saw a post on a group page of which I am a member. This is the post I read: The boy you punched in the hall today committed suicide a few minutes ago. That girl you called a slut in class today, she’s a virgin. The boy you …
She skates away from me toward the far end of the ice, a tiny doll dressed in sparkly teal and purple costume. Spindly legs swathed in nude-coloured nylon extend from the white boots on her feet. I stand behind the glass and wait with her, wait expectantly for the music to begin. She is poised …
It is suppose to be a storm day today. The alarm sounds at 5:45ish with a twangy country tune blaring, reverberating sound off the walls and into my half-awake brain. I already have a child glued against my left side, and another knocks on the door when she hears the party going on in the …
I am driving the side road tonight, the lanes are dark and slushy. The rain hits the windshield with a whack and a splash. Big, heavy drops. It is 2 degrees. Not yet cold enough for snow. I am thinking, while concentrating of course on the roads, and my thoughts are bent on the subject …
This is what Valentine’s Day looks like after 18 years of being together. Let me paint for you a motion picture. First of all, there is a wife who wakes up on her side of the bed, because you get to own a side when you’ve been together this long. That wife tries to disengage …
I write about love, because I want to understand love, what it really is. Love is…romance? It is Valentine’s Day soon, hearts turn toward the romantic side of love as we near the day. It is just the way we women are hardwired. We love a good romance. I am, earlier on this Saturday, sitting …
I have a note crammed in my pocket. It is scribbled in black ink, penned with large sprawling letters. It was written in a hurry. That matters not to me. What matters is this: it was written. I grabbed lunch late today. As I opened a plastic grocery bag, inside which was my lunch, I …
Vignette #1: I arrive at school a bit before 9:00 p.m. I am having a bit of trouble finding my keys, but there they are, on the passenger seat. I gather an armload of muffins for tomorrow’s healthy breakfast selections, and I balance them with my free arm, as I slam the door shut with …