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Slow, children at play
The practical tasks of our morning routine could probably be accomplished in eight minutes. But it’s never eight minutes– as life (thank goodness) is never just practical. After coming in from a run, hair frizzed to the max, dripping … Continue reading
Frog, Toad & Snow
Two days ago the “babies” turned three. It snowed. Buckets. This is disconcerting, I told my husband as I envisioned trash islands and swiss-cheese ozone layers. In the morning we had marveled at the big, wet flakes. In the afternoon … Continue reading
Holding the sand
Like sand through a sieve, time slips through my hands, and as I read to Everett and Mae, I realize I can no longer see over the heart-shaped space that is their heads meeting. They’re too tall. Time sketches … Continue reading
Enchantment
Prepping a lesson on Norse Mythology—(do I google Thor? I briefly panicked.) I stumbled across this: The Norse believed in an enchanted world. That is, they didn’t “feel the need to seek salvation from the world, but instead delighted … Continue reading
Lose the legacy.
Tonight Jacob stayed late for parents’ night at his school. Would I survive? I prepped myself with a very-berry hibiscus on my way to pick up the kids. (I never feel more suburban than when I am jamming Everett and … Continue reading
Wonder as peace.
Last week I memorized the 23rd psalm. I haven’t memorized any prayers since grade school, but Texas and Indiana and North Korea just got to be a little too much. I realized I was afraid as I would carefully braid … Continue reading
Forget the point
I’ve been bored lately. “I feel like a machine,” I told someone at work recently. “I’m too efficient for my own good,” I’m either in task mode, checking off the boxes, or I’m sedentary. Those are my two speeds. It’s … Continue reading
To see a boy
Last Friday night, a brood of nine-year-old boys skidded around the corners of my living room in their socks, jumping to greet each new friend as he appeared at our doorway. They wore hoodies and sweatpants and addressed each other … Continue reading
Broken Drummer Boy
Christmas has recently erupted in all of its glittery, commercial glory in our home, and each new piece of decor is met with Everett and Mae’s inquisitive stares. For the past few days, they have awakened to some new red … Continue reading
Working hard at work worth doing
Today is another day. We pulled in after school and Cohen raced to his scooter, handle bars dare-devishly adjusted to their lowest level, his helmet dangling unbuckled from his head. I unloaded Everett and took off his sweaty shoes and … Continue reading