Posted in November 2009

this little light

The girls’ school principal called the house the day after Thanksgiving. I wondered if she was making a Swine check – perhaps ensuring that we were properly quarantined and that no little piggies would be escaping into her school. But as it turned out, she wanted to share a story with us. The week before … Continue reading

this little piggy stayed home

* The influence of these seasons of sacred remembrances, high aspirations, and tender rejoicings would not only be salutary on the character of our own citizens, but the world would be made better . . . . If the germ of good feeling be ever so deeply buried under ‘the cares, and riches, and pleasures … Continue reading

a needed day

If God hadn’t rested on Sunday, He would have had time to finish the world. ~ Gabriel Garcia Marquez Good Lord, I needed Sunday. I needed it to get done at least two thousand of the three thousand things on my list. I’m a working mom. Sundays are pretty much all I’ve got. I needed … Continue reading

true feelings that must get out

  *** When the dog bites, when the bee stings, when I’m feeling sad, I simply remember my favorite things, and then I don’t feel so bad. ~ My favorite things * Katie walked in and sheepishly handed me a piece of paper. “I wrote a couple of lists,” she said. “I thought you’d like … Continue reading

veteran’s day

* I dream of giving birth to a child who will ask, “Mother, what was war?” ~Eve Merriam “So Katie,” I said. “Do you know what tomorrow is?” “Umm. Hmm. Oy yeah, it’s Veteran’s Day!” “Yes, baby. Do you know what that means?” “It means no school! Hooray!” “Well, yes, little love. It does. But … Continue reading

you’re sorry

* Brooke and I stood in the upstairs guest room among the assorted detritus of babyhood. We sifted through long since cast aside quilted books and soft, worn rattles in a desperate search for a long-lost Elmo doll. Brooke picked up a flimsy nylon tutu that had fallen out of a box and stepped into … Continue reading

comic relief – a short story

. “Well, I’m about as tall as a shotgun and just as noisy.” ~ Truman Capote As I walked out of the girls’ school last Friday, the third graders were just returning from their field trip. I was surprised when a teacher that I don’t know particularly well stopped me in my tracks. She leaned in conspiratorially as … Continue reading