Trick-or-treating for the first time

Carving pumpkins on the kitchen floor, then bringing them in the red wagon to light the drive. Take-out-Thai for dinner and then a flurry of costume snaps. A baby skunk, fur fluffy on his belly, and turquoise Crocs to walk the dirt road stretching between our house and the neighbor’s. We held his hands, one […]

Pumpkin carving

Anticipation angst

This morning called for errands in town. Warm cinnamon buns from the last farmer’s market of the season, and people watching in the rain. Returning home for a much needed two hour nap among soft white flannel sheets (with the cat at my feet) and then an afternoon cleaning in that wholesome, down to the […]

Mommy stone

“Where is my mommy stone?” He asks, upper lip quivering. It is bed time. I’ve come to say good night.
Then he says, “I love you and I missed you.” He says this often, the latter almost automatically following the former; but it’s also something that must reflect the hunger his little self feels for mommy […]

synchopation

I have the day off and I’m gleefully miring my way through an inconceivably long to-do list. I have yet to figure out how to accomplish my every day life and everything else that needs to get done.
The biggest thing I’ve accomplished: completely reorganizing and painting my studio. Last year sometime, in the middle […]

‘Cause I’m swift like that

Tonight, while painting my studio, I pushed a box that bumped a table that bumped a shelf on which our portable phone sat. The phone arced through the air and landed I THE BUCKET OF PAINT. No joke.
I spent the next twenty minutes cleaning it with q-tips. It still seems to work.
Okay then.
My […]

Twirling in a burlap sack

Or something.
This week has been hectic, and I’m grumpy that I’m turning into one of those depressing post once a week bloggers. I love coming here and finding all of you and your comments and your stories, and I have a zillion posts that I write in my head… you know how it is.
This […]

(Time in parenthesis)

We took a weekend trip. Just us. Two. Without the little scampering sweetness we’ve created. It was the first time, since him. The first time to loll about in bed, taking advantage of uniterrupted time spent both horizontal and unclothed. And also, time to laugh and sip martinis at the open bar (we went to […]

The broken fabric of moments

We’re a dozen cars back from the stoplight and we’re waiting. They’re up ahead, in the moving van. I’m following after with a car load of dogs, their tongues hot and wet, breath clouding the glass. I have the windows down. Its evening and the shadows are long across the pharmacy and the auto parts […]