“They’re acting like a$$es.” This is what I told my husband in a quick, condemning whisper during the few seconds our four kids were more than an arm’s length away from us on the hiking trail. I’m not proud of my words, it’s not language I use often, especially...
Our whole family gathers in the back yard, near the fence line and woodpile. It’s evening, and both the sun and temperature are dropping quickly. Several of us wear light coats. We’re all near-kneeling, our heads bent toward the ground in front of the two white...
Some days, after working in my office all morning and eating a quick lunch at my desk, my body grows heavy and slow and my thoughts turn to molasses. With just an hour left before the first child arrives back home, before I leave to work an evening shift at the...
(Painting, “Cooped Up” by Lawrence J. Davis) They were closed in for almost a week. The new flock, used to living free-range with their former owner, needed time to recognize their new home. We didn’t want to risk them wandering...
Teaching is the closest I get to extroversion, which explains why I (a fierce introvert) bottom out after every class. When it’s going well I have a sense of flow. Connected to the materials I’m presenting, I start to scat a little like a jazz singer,...
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