I’m sitting on the couch when it comes, cycling through my usual websites with a growing sense of dread. I feel frozen, unable to move on to something else even though I know I need to. A wave of heat washes over my body, rising up my back, my neck,...
(one of the reading rooms at Dickinson College Library) Today I’m re-posting this piece from the “archives” which was written back in 2012, right when I first began blogging. The twins were not quite one then and my older two were four...
(Photo Source here, CC License.) Let’s just say it’s, oh, I don’t know . . . 90 degrees in the building that houses the high school’s swimming pool. And humid. Yes, very humid, like a sauna or a spa, although you’ll want to get the very idea of any...
“I told you about this, right?” he asks, “About how I don’t breathe?” He said it casually as we stood together washing and cooking in the kitchen. “No,” I said, with a rueful smile, “you didn’t tell me you stopped...
(This story was originally posted last summer as part of a longer essay, click HERE to read part 1.) I’m headed to the biggest grocery store in town on the day before the fourth of July. This is only the second time I’ve ever gone shopping alone with all...
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