The Plagued Parent

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He hunkered down behind the shrubs and tried to conceal himself from enemy troops as best he could among the dead leaves and undergrowth; despite his shady position he was drenched in sweat thanks to the summer heat. A soft low voice spoke, “Where’d he go?” Others mumbled with uncertainty, confusion, and another said and his […]

Nerve Endings

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My daughter is at the kitchen table a bundle of nerves. Finals week. Soccer tryouts. There doesn’t seem to be enough time. The phrases, “I’m not” and “I can’t” are tossed about. At some point the tears start. We reply with the old standards: “You have to” and “You will” and “It will be fine”. […]

Legend has it…

A legend exists but the origins of its antique lore remain unclear to me — probably ancient India or somewhere in the Near East —  most likely the stories genesis lay buried deep below layers of ancient Sanskrit which few of us knows and fewer recall from their previous lives. It goes like this: eternal beings responsible for the […]

Having fun yet?

I sit on the couch looking out the open windows onto the front porch. My daughter is supposedly out there studying, but mostly she seems to be fiddling with my Macbook trying to get Youtube to offer her a better John Mayer playlist and complaining about bugs assaulting her. In between busting her chops about […]

Slow Learner

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For months I have been struggling in yoga class with certain poses, one of them being “half moon”. Consistently I have fallen out of this pose, much like several others that plague me — eagle pose, warrior three, crow pose and wheel. But for what ever reason half moon pose has become one of the […]

Rough Sketch

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She draws self-portraits with over-sharpened pencils that often break under the pressure behind them and the paper tears after being subjected to ferocious tirades erasing lines deemed unsuitable and ugly, lines that failed to match the purity of her “vision”. The result becomes these angry sketches that — while mysterious, dark and brooding — seem more contrived and more fragmented […]

Snack Time

Along with the leaves, innumerable acorns have been raked to the corner of the yard where other dead and dying things rest and compost. Several chipmunks dart beneath the leaves thrashing about uncovering the acorns only to be usurped by a couple gray squirrels. Seemingly the five work as a group, a unit, plucking acorns from the […]

Growing Season

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My front yard now inspires me. This had not been the case prior to last Friday. For years the front of our house has been a mess. On one side of the front porch the pine tree that started out small was crowding out the Pee Gee hydrangea, as well as encroaching on the corner […]

Sunken

“It goes where it wants, water does,” he said. “It seeks the lowest of points and once there things will settle.” I just nod, hands in my pockets overseeing his crouching beneath the porch. “Yep,” he breathes heavy and mutters speaking through cobwebs. “Here’s the sag.” I just nod some more. “And.. here’s the rot.” Ok. Slipping […]

Our Only Option is to Hide

Our Only Optionis to Hide

The scenarios played through his head like grey-toned filmstrip stills, most often before dawn when sleep eluded him and the night drained from the sky he’d think about it at length, wondering how he might address her should they ever meet on the street. Once upon a time she lit his life, shining, guiding him brightly through the darkness inhabiting […]

No Bad Luck

No Bad Luck

“Dad,” she screams. “Get up here now.” What now, I thought and flew up the stairs. She stood outside her bedroom dripping in her towel, head wrapped up like some ancient fortune teller. “Problem,” I ask as she points. “There,” she says fidgeting. “Gross. Eww, so gross.” In the shadow of the room’s corner a […]

Prisoners of the Mind

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The emails start almost immediately. It makes sense; I threw my students a curve by combining the last two essays into one that will receive a double grade. The topics shared a connection anyway — captivity — so I figured it’s really no big deal. Still, it got them panicked. After a number of class conversations, and responding […]

The Mother’s Day Gift You Didn’t Know You Needed

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The last towel from our first house is fraying. It was part of a set, maroon to match the odd tanish-yellow bathroom. A shower present? Maybe. Whatever the occasion it had a pretty long run, almost 24 years. It got me thinking though about Last Firsts. We make such a big deal out of firsts. Our first […]

Zigging, Zagging, Zoom

Zigging, Zagging, Zoom-2

Crossing the finish line, breaking the tape we stagger to a stop. Elation. Triumph and self-satisfaction at completing the challenge that had dauntingly lay before us. Strangely the route taken is not easily recalled. We know that we’ve travelled a great distance and we know that we struggled, but we don’t always remember exactly how […]

Work

Work

What is work? We define this concept in a number of different ways. measurable labor or quantifiable effort we put into something (i.e. I worked hard at learning the guitar, or I worked hard training for that race). a place we arrive at daily, the out of home experience that provides the dollars and cents which maintains […]

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