And so she passed from death into life at 4:10 Sunday morning. And now she is in Heaven. No more sadness. No more suffering. No more heartache. No more pain. Nothing but joy. Forever. On a December day, thirty-one years and four months ago, my eight-months pregnant aunt was driving home from her day job …
Tonight, my thoughts turn inward. I am thinking of living. Of life. Of how we do this thing called living. This thing called living life. I am thinking: of how we are perceived by others to have lived our lives. Of how we even perceive it ourselves. My aunt lies dying in a hospital bed, …
I am somewhere in between tonight. Half way there, yet still so far away. Living years gone by. Wondering about years to come. I am neither here nor there. Time sweeps over me even as I sit here in this haze of memories. And yet. I might just be nine years old again. I just …
I’m doing double-duty tonight. Husband lies feverishly curled up in the fetal position on the couch under that stringy, blue blanket that has seen better days. While the girls and I tiptoe past like fervent mice on a scavenger hunt. Then, on up the stairs to bedtime routines and tuck-ins. I haven’t done the bedtime …
As a mom, I feel pressure to capture and preserve every waking moment of my four children’s lives. To photograph, video-tape, blog, anecdote; to keep a baby calendar, baby-record book, family scrapbook, and personal diary; to Facebook, Pinterest, Tweet and Instagram for the love of my children; and to do things the old-fashioned way: write …
Sadly, our little puppy, Lucky, was hit and killed on the road this afternoon. I never realized one could feel pain so deeply for a pet, but I have seen evidence of such tonight. We are grieving, each in our own way. It was a difficult day anyway. I left the house earlier than usual …
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 …
Supper menu: spare-ribs slow roasted in the oven, turnip and potato with brown sugar and butter, cabbage casserole with tomato sauce and carrots. As an after-thought, I throw in the left-over fish sticks and oven fries from lunch, just in case. I am home alone, and the house is so unnaturally quiet. I stand at …