Echoes of Innocence

The clock read 6:11 pm. We were propped up on the pillows of our king sized bed. Just Maggie and I. We were eating bacon cheeseburgers her daddy grilled. And she was reading Charlotte’s Web aloud. I love being read to and never thought I’d be so fascinated listening to

The Turquoise Shirt

“Are ALL of these my size, mama?” Maggie squealed, running towards an aisle thick with sparkly shirts in rainbow sorted order. “Yes, babe. Look up,” I replied, pointing to the pink 8-10 GIRLS sign above her head. “Those signs tell us what sizes are on each row. And you wear

I Quit my Job at Uhaul

I quit my job at Uhaul. The treacherous roads that weave who we believe we are, who we strive to be, and how we behave in day to day life are full of pot holes and detours through mountainous terrain. And at times we find ourselves brakeless, on a 45

Four year old asks, "Is Superman Real?"

Yesterday, we all watched Superman I from the ’70s (Christopher Reeves version). Right now we are watching Superman III. All four kids are on top of me. Not sure how. In less than three weeks my third child, Caleb, will turn 5 years old. Old Father Time is certainly staring

The North Tower

Today is just one of many trips up the long sidewalk towards the North Tower. I always tell the kids that this is *our* hospital. It’s in our blood. It’s where our family is born. And it’s where we die. Decades of poignant personal memories are buried in these hallways.

Hey Jude

I’m sitting on the floor, cross legged, brushing the girls hair.  Maggie is in front of me.  Juli is behind me, on my back with her arms wrapped around my neck.  We are listening to the Beatles’ song “Hey Jude” (a song we sing to Juli a lot because we

Visit to Pine Island on Lake Murray

We are alone. Just Caleb, Juli and I.  The silence is broken only by the crash of the waves on the high rock wall twenty feet in front of us. (And the speed boat that just shot past).  The sky is a light, clear blue today. Soft. Hazy. Not deep. Closer

Conversation in Save-a-Lot

I was alone in the grocery store for the first time in ages tonight.  Just as I reached for the fridge door to grab a carton of OJ, this burley tattooed biker guy with bandana I’d seen hovering earlier approached. His buggy was starting to fill up. Mine too.  BIKER:

Unrecorded Tickmarks of Life

Kevin is always gone by 6:30 am, so I’m “the morning person” as the kids say.  It’s been this way since the day Jack was born nearly nine years ago. I do the wake up calls, get the four kids up, dressed, brushed, packed, ready for the day and driven

Beaver Cleaver and the Lost Watch

So I stopped by my parents this morning and Mom was watching Leave it to Beaver. Pretty sure we’ve seen every episode a zillion times but we all still love watching them.  It was an episode called “The Lost Watch” (originally aired on 10/30/1958) where Lumpy Rutherford lost his watch,

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