Every once in a while I realize that without our girls, I might never reset. Remember hide and seek? Remember believing that each new day held the promise of something worth squealing for? Remember when you didn’t hide yourself? Remember when you lived without hesitation? Do you remember why you stopped? Go live like this!
Tagged: Finley
You know that thing you do, the thing where you cling tight to something about yourself and assume it exists for others. Usually it’s something awful, like you are unattractive or inferior. Maybe you’re on the other side and you know you are brilliant and trust everyone else thinks the same. As I inch closer to being decades away from so many things—hurts, failures, assholes*, and the naive side of lessons, I see that all too often I don’t see me. Through the veil of a cloudy day and the distance between camera and subject, I saw me. Arms wrapped securely around what I love, eyes searching, tentative yet purposeful, at once, delicate and powerful. There are no pores to judge, no lines to…
We were standing in the backyard, as we readied to spend our first night in our new house. The reality of the road to our new start sobered us. We finally faced something we’d never dared to admit. I’d been pregnant with Ave when we first decided to sell, it sold a few months shy of her 4th birthday. While we had countless beautiful moments in our house in those years, the truth was the moment we decided to sell, we severed ties with the house. It never felt in our hearts that it was where we were supposed to be. We tried to love it, tried to feel settled, but the truth was as hard as we worked it never quite felt like…
Tagged: peace
This is a bit off the beaten path as far as my writing usually goes here. I suppose it’s part guilt, part foreshadowing and a touch of focus-deficit. We moved. Kindergarten is over. Soldiers are dying. Young. I have this beautiful life with three daughters, a loving husband and ripples of family and friends that surround us. It is wonderfully complex. I think that this last absence from The Wink as we’ve moved and my timid twitching to come back has sprung from a need to honor each facet. One area that I don’t talk about too terribly much is work, other than perhaps to say that it is part of the equation that complicates my parenting (Ha! As if there is a scenario in…
Tagged: Trampoline
Moving is hard. Period. I’ve been missing this place while we’ve been feathering our new nest. Been wishin’ and hopin’* I could write. And now, it looks like I’m getting close. Here’s to having what you want in your arms, no matter how tired they got getting there. *Yes, that link really is a link to Dusty Springfield crooning. Go, you know you love it.