From August, 2015

Becoming Myself Again

I’m standing in the grocery store and I’m about to lose it. I’m with my five- and three-year-old and no one’s screaming, no one’s crying. By all appearances everything’s normal. I should be normal. But I’m not. It’s been an hour of frustrations, divided attention, not being listened to, not finding what I’m looking for,…

Canyons

As I went about my usual bustle out the door, I looked at Roman and told him, “Hurry up, or we’ll be late.” These words come out of my mouth as if they have been programmed into my brain by autopilot robots, and I wondered how many times I have said that sentence, in the…

Lost & Found

I found a necklace in the dirt under our lilac tree earlier this week. For a moment, I thought it was living, its round wood beads strung tightly together like the belly of an earthworm popping up through the ground. But as I bent down to free it from the dead leaves, I saw it…

Home is a season

Home is a season A doing A done A longing A haven A song to be sung A knowing A settled A heart hanging hat A washing A wearing A knick and a knack A picnic A berry pie Lazy noon nap Adventures By lakeside A fireside camp A circle A diamond A threshold A…

Out of the Woods

We were lost in the wilderness. My sisters, my husband and I were driving on a bumpy dirt road, following my father and children in the car in front of us. My dad loves to drive fast on mountain roads and soon we were enveloped in a cloud of dust. When we came out of…