The Thing About Christmas
There's this memory that sort of hovers over me every year. It floats in sometime after Thanksgiving, and grows increasingly strong until Christmas morning when it roars past me like a freight train. Sometimes I wish I could catch the memory, maybe climb back into it, and wrap myself up in the...
Battle Weary
I thought it was a good idea. It seemed to be so, anyway. As I walked down the sidewalk, in the beginning, I felt proud of myself for the suggestion. This wasn't just a good idea - it was a great one. Those happy thoughts lasted all of thirty seconds. It was a beautiful evening yesterday. It...
A Pause of Thanks
I'm taking a pause this week so celebrate the gift of family. This means opening my computer as minimally as possible, laughing as often as I can, eating more than I probably should, and choosing to embrace the craziness of the holidays. We spent two nights in the great outdoors camping with...
Respect the Power
"Hey, Mom. In the new story I'm working on, is it okay if I use a cuss word?" He asked the question casually, as though he were simply speaking to me about the weather. He didn't look me in the eye, but rather squinted upward, focused on some invisible speck floating above his head. "Why do you...
