Archive for

Don’t, k?

Posted on October 22, 2008

Her voice is scratchy, a forceful whisper as she says, “Mama, I don’t want you to go on a trip again. Ok? With Finley? Don’t go to the airport again. Stay here with me and Briar and Daddy and Finley. Always, ok?” Her dark hair tickles my skin, thick ringlets, lash-teasing bangs and sticky flyaways all conspire to engulf my face. Her cheeks are cool and her plump lips twist to and fro against my jaw as her hands clutch my neck and her body presses into mine. There is no impetus, no declaration of an approaching trip, no reaching for keys or packing of bags. These requests come unbidden and with them memories of my own childhood, “Mom, promise me you won’t die.…

+Read more

My family

Posted on October 21, 2008

Grandma came to visit, which, though it leaves a gaping when she leaves, has its perks, not the least of which are pictures. While my girls continue to talk as if Grandma hung the moon, invented unicorns and conceived Yo Gabba Gabba, we have a rich bounty of photos. An excerpt from a front stoop photo shoot. I am delighted soul-deep by how it perfectly captures the essence of my life. Love you, mom. Thank you.

+Read more

My life in 30 seconds

Posted on October 21, 2008

Work – Insane, big opportunity at 1pm EST, think of me.Home – Laundry, OMG it’s almost done, Fridge, OMG it’s almost stockedFamily – Played, colored and had dinner w/girls – blissMarriage – Work, but blissSelf – Worked out 2x in 3 days, cute hair, happy w/shape, clothes suck (3 out of 4 ain’t bad)Blogging – Missing it and all of you with a ferocity that cripples, but will be back when waters from 1st item settle More soon.

+Read more

I’m an Ex

Posted on October 17, 2008

Today I was tooling around the local community college campus doing research for a meeting we have next week and I was taken back to my smoking days. Bench after bench, female students were sitting cross-legged, a book perched on one knee, while they took long, slow drags off cigarettes. It looked so foolish to me sitting on the north side of my 30’s, for these vibrant young women to be engaging in an activity that has been so clearly demonstrated to kill. Taking health out of it, it also marginalizes beauty, cheapening one’s appearance, dulling hair, yellowing skin, deepening wrinkles and cloaking skin in malodorous layers of cigarette funk. But I remember, god do I remember—such an emphatic and absolute disconnect between my…

+Read more

She said the cutest thing

Posted on October 16, 2008

I know that all things are relative, but some things cut through things like ideological differences, age variables and geographical data, things like toddlers interpreting pop culture. Luckily in our house that has yet to include Hannah Montana or Bratz Dolls. Lately Briar has taken to asking to watch the “pirates,” which means Pirates of the Caribbean. It’s kind of scary, really scary actually. But Briar, ever the sweet-faced, let’s-all-be-happy-girl, sees no evil. “Are you scared, honey? You want to watch something else?” I asked as I stepped closer to her, my hand squeezing her should softly. “No. No, mom. The pirates. But do you see that guy? Do you see him? That guy who ate too many noodles? His face is hurting because…

+Read more

%d bloggers like this: