My children are getting on the bus by themselves now, running down the long lane, shoving and yelling and giggling all the way. I didn't mean for this to happen yet. They are old enough by any objective standard, but people rocket down our rural road like they are practicing for the Autobahn, and mothers… Continue reading Slip Slidin’ Away
I got this in the mail last week. I haven't opened it. I know what it is, and I'm being a brat. It's a nice thick packet. It's all the paperwork that I need to fill out in advance of Levi's annual appointment at the cystic fibrosis center. I've written about annual appointments before. Short version: We… Continue reading Don’t Wanna
I zipped into the grocery store when I left work, because we were nearly out of eggs and completely out of baby oranges, and my people will not put up with that kind of neglect. It is a lovely spring day in northeast Ohio, by which I mean that it's stupid cold and there are… Continue reading Snow Showers and Inside Flowers
Written yesterday and slept on. I decided it's still what I'm thinking. -- I am not quite home, but it won't be long. I am sitting in a Starbucks with white noise in my earbuds, gathering my thoughts after a very intense three days. I stopped in Columbus to have brunch with a couple of… Continue reading What’s Next?
I've been pondering the nature of courage lately, and I keep thinking about something that happened at our house on an autumn night some years ago. We were having a bonfire, probably for no other reason than it was a nice night for it, and my cousin Marty came over with his two girls. There… Continue reading Being Brave