Journeying Home Together
She sat on the crinkly exam room paper, her eight-year-old body tiny on the table meant for adults more than twice her size. Her paper gown the nurse had given her was bunched around her neck, her shoulders were hunched, and her big, brown eyes were round with anxiety. “Here we go,” the nurse said, and my little girl grabbed my hand. What followed was what seemed like a forever-long
They captivate me. Glimmering golden alongside the road, making the most ordinary of routes feel like a wondrous journey. Wildflowers budding and blooming anew, proclaiming spring’s arrival even if the wind still blows cold. They draw me in every year. Their blooms call to something in my spirit; I don’t have to stop, but I don’t want to keep driving. I can’t go on without getting closer. More than once
It’s been pretty clear to us since my daughter learned to walk that she has hoarder tendencies. From the time she coordinated her eyes and her hands and learned to close her fingers around things, she has always been clutching something in her little fists. When she was around two years old, anything small enough to fit into her hands became a treasure. Rocks, toothbrushes (yes, toothbrushes), sticks, coins, acorns….if it was within her
It was almost 9:00 at night, and I was just then able to think about supper for myself. As I pulled the cheese toast from the oven, its American-cheesiness making my stomach growl, I thought, “I should take a picture of this.” So I did. I intended to post the picture to Facebook with a caption along the lines of: “You know you’re a busy mama when it’s cheese toast
I recently heard about an elementary school trend moving across the country. A little boy in Pennsylvania apparently saw other children at his school missing out on fun at recess because they didn’t have anyone to play with. For one reason or another, they sat alone rather than joining in with the other children. Not wanting this to continue, the little boy approached his teacher and together they bought a
I didn’t know what to think about it then, and I’m not sure what to think about it now. He sat on the sidewalk outside the store, the narrow awning doing little to shield him from the misty rain. A half-burnt cigarette dangled from his dirty fingers; a pile of matching butts on the ground next to him implied that he had been there awhile. His eyes were friendly and
“You make life worth living You make me want to start giving More and more away to you It’s not mine anyway.” (J.J. Heller, “Not Mine Anyway”) Fall is my favorite time of year. There is just something in the air that breathes new life into my spirit. The crisp air, the anticipation of the holidays, the festivals…and the leaves. Oh, the leaves. I live in the south – evergreen
I originally posted this story back in January of 2010, when my daughter was a little over a year old. It was powerful to me then, and remains so every time I think of it now. I hope it speaks to something in you today. ______________________________ I had to go to the cable company today to get a cable box. You know the story, since we’ve all had to deal
