We could see the ominous clouds rolling in from across the lake but there was still sun over our so-small corner of the world. The kids continued to swim for a bit as the winds shifted and the shapes in the sky quickly changed each time I looked away and then back again. The air…
Enjoying The Picture
Please welcome my friend Angela today! She is a former middle school teacher who can’t let go of paper calendars, colored pens and dreams of writing women’s fiction. Find her at AngelaAmman.com where she melds together a love of reading, writing and the lovely miscellany making up her world. Procrastinate with her on Facebook or Twitter and write with her on Write…
Sink or Swim
Please welcome my friend Arnebya to the ole blog today! She is a writer, blogger, and speaker. In 2006 she was a recipient of the DC Commission on the Arts and Humanities Larry Neal Writers’ Award (Adult Fiction) and is featured in The Washington City Paper’s 2013 fiction issue. In 2012 she was named a…
Why the number “6” balloon doesn’t bother me…
I am sitting in hubby’s home office on the weathered leather sofa, my legs tucked under me. I look out the French doors into our living room and my eyes glance up at the ceiling. I notice that the gigantic Mylar balloon left over from G’s birthday party a few weeks ago, is floating there….
MJ and old Things (including me)
I recently found a new radio station and they play a lot of good “old” music, you know like Michael Jackson, circa 1984. One morning the kids and I were driving somewhere when “Wanna be Startin’ Somethin’” came on the radio and I cranked it up and started car dancing and then talked about how…
Just Keep Swimming
“Where did the big girl come from?” We say it a lot these days. The sun was bright and hot while we were at the pool yesterday. I kept one eye on G and the other on K while Tim and Ben went down the big S-shaped slide. Everyone is braver this year. Ben loves…
Letting Go
The house felt so empty. Her voice was no longer carrying through the hall, I did not hear her on the phone with her friends. I could no longer smell her perfume. I sat at the table in our dining room, the sun shining gloriously through all the windows, but her face was not lit…
From Whence Inspiration Comes
I’ve been blogging here for over 6 years now. It kinda blows my mind that I have been writing and photographing and posting about my life and family for that long in this space. Recently I was thinking about how so many “bloggers” aspire to write a book and I kind of think I have…
Just an Hour
I am parked in my same-as-always spot on the side of the street by the school. One huge rain drop slides down the windshield right in front of me. It lands there after dive-bombing from one of the many branches of the huge live oak tree that I am so familiar with. It quickly disappears…
Tired.
One tear falls down my cheek as I look over at my almost empty wine glass. I decide if I even want the last sip and my brain says, “why waste it?” So I grab the glass and let the rest of the red liquid slide down my throat. I’m tired. If I looked in…