The ingredients are simple.Blend the butter and the eggs and the vanilla and white sugar and the brown. The flour and the salt. The baking soda, the baking powder.The chocolate chips.You use your hands perhaps, the way your mother did-elbow deep in a silver bowl as big as the table. Her wedding ring, gold, sitting… Continue reading Simplicity
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Up and at it
This is what I tell my students: you never enter a moment where you don’t think you are going to achieve your objective. And you fight with everything you have to do just that. Finally, when everything else fails-you stop fighting. You find a new objective after you experience the realization of loss. This is… Continue reading Up and at it
Harvest Moon
My room-clean. Finally, finally (after what seems like forever) it twinkles back alight with candles. It feels mine. It is like last year but different. Things I took down and placed elsewhere are back where the belong on shelves. Some things are packed away in boxes. It is ok. Either way. I fight against my… Continue reading Harvest Moon
A bitter moment
Away in the tiny corners of your room lives the left over magic of childhood. A space that saw so much of you grow and change is now seeing you again as though it were the first time. Yes, sure, the floors need to be swept and the brown boxes need to be broken down.… Continue reading A bitter moment
An ode to sisters
Home says 'Hi', Mackenzie. The sun winks past the window looking for you inside our room. The breeze tickles the wind chimes in the crepe myrtle to call you out to play. The grass stays short longing for you to lay on your towel with a magazine and your journal. Even the treadmill misses you.… Continue reading An ode to sisters
Tradition
Today I took Mom to see Downton Abbey. I got popcorn and we split a coke. We snuck in candy. The previews took forever. There were three loud women in front of us who finally shut up when the movie began. It was fun, seeing all the characters again and watching the house appear in… Continue reading Tradition
A letter to my sister, on her Birthday:
Dear Mackenzie, While walking Bella, I saw on the pavement a large Daddy Long Legs sitting, staring in the direction of Starbucks. He did not move when I approached, nor did he flinch when I stepped over him. I looked over my shoulder as I walked away. I saw him wave his top hat. I… Continue reading A letter to my sister, on her Birthday:
Wilder and wilder still
There are no words sometimes for the journey you are on. You must get to the other side before you can process. In the middle of the sun setting, when everything glows, its easy to want to stop and look around you. Marvel at the beauty. Sit and wait. But sometimes before you know it,… Continue reading Wilder and wilder still
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