Yesterday I went for a walk under a crisp blue sky with the sun beating down on me. It was summer. The grass turning green. The tree branches stretched toward the sun. Flowers breaking free from the hard ground. It was spring. This morning I creeped along, my tires slipping on the snowy road. Giant snowflakes, the size of tablespoons, swirled around. I tucked my shoes in my bag and wore boots. It was winter. On my way home the wind howled. The grey sky spit rain. Dry leaves spun… Read more 4 seasons in 3 days (soLs) →
Nearly fifteen years I’ve been trying to learn the art of rolling out homemade pie crust. Fifteen years filled with failure. My mom is a pie artist. She whips out crusts. She used to say, “You’ve gotta hold your mouth right.” Fifteen years and I know there’s more to it than that. This summer I got serious. Mom came over many times. Made the dough. Showed me the art. Hovered over me. In the end I watched. She rolled. Held her mouth right. I tried, but didn’t hold my mouth… Read more pie (soLs) →
A gift from Mary Helen toeach member of our writinggroup. Last night, after the kitchen was cleaned and the kids were in bed and my workout was finished, you would… Read more i don’t wanna write (sols) →
dinner for breakfast (macaroni and cheese)new shirt (skateboarding: the sport that defies gravity)chocolate chip cookies for snack (made by a five year, delivered as a six year old)name teacher-printed on… Read more happy birthday →
I craved berries. I tried to talk myself out of it. You have a frozen berry mix, make a smoothie. I don’t want frozen berries. I want fresh berries. They are too expensive, mix some frozen blueberries into yogurt. You’ll like it. I want fresh berries. Raspberries. Red raspberries. I don’t do the grocery shopping. I make the list, but Andy does the shopping. There’s no way I could ask him to pick up fresh red raspberries. It seemed too extravagant. I ate a pomegranate instead. They were on sale… Read more blueberries →
One of the traditions from my childhood that has carried over to my own children is sitting together at the table for dinner. I like this time of the day. I like being able to cook a meal, add veges and fruit, and sit down together. I like their smiles. Andy has always affirmed my cooking. The girls are also big advocates. Karianne is thankful for healthy meals. Sam, well, he prefers peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. The thing I like, though, are the little conversations. They usually aren’t long.… Read more the dinner table. →
One thing that it seems I’m always trying to do is s l o w d o w n. It’s one of the reasons I write, so I can capture life and linger in the moments that are rushing past. Recently I realized I even eat fast. Gobble. Gobble. Done. This, I told myself, this I can control. I can chose to slow down meal times. I don’t have to shovel bite after bite after bite into my mouth, finishing the task of eating quickly and efficiently. I can chew… Read more tasting. →
Hello 2012, It’s nice to meet you. I’ve felt you coming, noticing changes stirring inside of me. Now that you’re here, though, I’m left wondering how your friend 2011 just vanished. I’m left with these glimpses through words + photos + fuzzy memories of the good stuff of 2011. Although, I can’t say I’ll miss the whole of 2011 any more than I’ve missed 2010, 2009, and 2008. I’ve realized sometimes years can be tough. There are tough patches in life, difficult times, moments that become months, turning into years, where… Read more hello 2012 →
{page created in 2009 with Adobe Photoshop Elements} I’m having some trouble sleeping and only expect it to continue for the next few days. The reason? I am absolutely giddy… Read more merry christmas (sols) →
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