There I am, sleeping in my father's recliner. Mostly he was the one who slept in that chair. He always started by reading The Daily Record, the local paper out of Wooster. It was delivered in the late afternoons then, and it was still a full-size broadsheet, and he read it after supper. He tried,… Continue reading Sleepy Reader
Category: Memories
Things I Have Learned from Cake
It was my husband's birthday last week. His favorite dessert that I make is red velvet cake, although rhubarb dream bars and any kind of pie are not to be sneezed at. I usually make the cake sometime around Christmas, but last December I decided a lot of things were less important than my sanity… Continue reading Things I Have Learned from Cake
Elephants, and Friends
It's been kind of a rough day. I've spent a lot of time trying not to cry, which is exhausting and, at least for me, ultimately futile. I have no dire news; nothing has happened to me or my immediate family. But one way or another, a lot of people I care about are in… Continue reading Elephants, and Friends
Sicky, Sicky Boy
Elias was home sick from school today. (He’s fine. Also he’s not contagious.) I took him to express care and let the chatter in the waiting room wash over us without taking much of it in. He sat next to me on a Naugahyde loveseat and burrowed into my armpit. I reached around to rub… Continue reading Sicky, Sicky Boy
Seven
Seven years ago, in the evening, I was leaving a board meeting for a chorus I was singing with, and my cell phone rang. It was our caseworker. "Baby was born," she said. She'd called the house a couple of times, finally rousing Paul from sleep for a confused conversation. He'd managed to wake up… Continue reading Seven