The best thing about this foto is I woke up horribly sick on the day I planned to go out to the park and snag a dragon for the day’s prompt. I managed to roll out of bed, literally, and pour my feverish limbs and feet into cloth and shoe, and got as far as the front porch when I was overcome with sweat and lightheadedness. I decided to take Tylenol, lie down, sleep it off a bit. I woke… Keep Reading
My favorite foto of my parents on their first date in 1969. She looks like a tart, with her partially-exposed garter strap and I love it! After meeting her some weeks prior and many phone calls, my father begged my mom to come see his band and she did. Afterwards, he brought her backstage and that’s when this foto was taken. They were married the following year.
I wish for my daughter, who is 20 this year, to grow into the ability to make her own joy. My bookish girl comes alive in the embrace of family. She is a sensitive soul and prefers kindness to confrontation. Those traits go under appreciated in the world and while I hope for universal peace, I realize humans are flawed and tend to self interest so that ideal is unlikely. What is likely is taking life as it comes once… Keep Reading
Fresh rosemary plucked from my daughter’s hand as she was fussing over a pan of balsamic, garlic, and honey chicken. She volunteered to cook Christmas dinner as her gift to me. She was worried she couldn’t afford to buy gifts. Her academic course load was heavy this semester, I suggested she drop her campus job and focus on classes. She didn’t need to worry. I told her I’d only accept her gift of a meal if she was doing it… Keep Reading
Mulling spice from the organic cooperative market. One of our new traditions is making hot mulled apple cider for the holidays — Thanksgiving and Christmas. I pick her up from school, we grab two gallons of fresh apple cider from our favorite orchard, stop by the market for bulk spices, and head home to start the holiday festivities. It’s only been two years since we started this tradition, but I can’t imagine a time when we didn’t do it, as… Keep Reading
some nights i feel them. a gentle lilting of the hairs on the back of my neck where i was first bitten, decades ago, but i don’t see them. not like i used to. not since high school. not since james. the redhead with eyes like a field of wheat and pale skin that shimmered gold in sunlight. he lived with his father and younger brother in a damp second-floor apartment over someone’s garage. it was all they could afford,… Keep Reading
if you know me, you know i love flowers. i would keep a flower garden if i weren’t allergic to bees, but i am, so i don’t. the flowers in the photo were laid out for the taking (picture of) – well cultivated to line the center divider of a street near Atlanta’s symphony hall. the good thing about Sunday is there’s little traffic on this particular midtown street. i pulled into the left turning lane (opposite direction from my… Keep Reading
You are all over. A silver link bracelet on the dresser. A heaping scoop of mint chocolate chip ice cream. A handwritten letter on lined white paper smelling of musk.
I love being a mom. That is not to say motherhood is all roses and candy, it is not, but I love it. I always thought I would have a gaggle of babies, imagined myself with double strollers, bouncy seats and baby babble swelling the rooms in my house. Picture one in a bassinet, one in a sling across my chest, and two toddling behind me and now you have a good snapshot of my motherhood fantasy at the age… Keep Reading
“To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power.” — Maya Angelou “My mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it.” — Mark Twain “God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.” — Jewish proverb “The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness. “ — Honore’ de Balzac “Mothers are fonder than fathers… Keep Reading