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I think about my dad every day. This year marks our eighth Father’s Day without him. In our family's early years, my dad often scheduled his work travel so he was away on that third Sunday in June, avoiding the discomfort of having his five children fuss over him on what should have been his special day.... Continue Reading →
Stripping my bed of its sheets, sorting laundry and stacking books on my night stand, I ignore an empty feeling gnawing at my gut. Menial tasks are always a good distraction. I sit on the edge of my bed, reaching down to unplug my charger and disconnect my phone. I notice an unread message from... Continue Reading →
A friend reminded me of this post from earlier this year. She also noticed that I had been writing less. I’ve been so busy. Looking forward to summer break and much more writing.
This reblog is for you Wendy xoxo
A morning of soccer, my body aches. I treat myself to a massage, communal style. A whispering masseuse directs me to my waiting bed, among several others. I sit on its edge, a steaming tub of water soothes my tired feet, calloused and sore. She stands behind me and holds a small patterned apron across my chest as I breath deeply and struggle to remove my damp sports bra. Strings pull tightly under my arms and across my back, and then relax as she completes the knot, holding the apron in place.
My neck, shoulders, and back exposed; I am calm, my breathing deep, eyes closed, head bowed, and hair tousled. I had removed the rubber bands, leaving them in my car’s dusty cup holder, forgetting I would need them to pull my hair up and away from my neck and shoulders. I wished for a moment that I had remembered to bring at least one hair tie with me. But before my thought is…
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The sun shines, the ocean breeze gently blows, and I sweep my hair away from my face. Sitting on the low edge of my concrete planter, I look at Luca through squinted eyes as he collects rocks. He proudly shows me each treasure one after another, laying some aside in a small collection of sorts,... Continue Reading →
Sitting in the salon today, I face the mirror, waiting while my color is mixed. I am wearing only mascara and lip balm. I study my 50 something face, crows’ feet accentuated when I smile, furrowed brow even when I am not furrowing, the parenthetical curves that frame my mouth, the puffiness beneath my eyes,... Continue Reading →
In the weeks before Mother’s Day, I had planned to write a glorious and glowing post about motherhood. I felt sure that words would emerge and my story would unfold. Yet, I sat for hours; the heat of my laptop warming my thighs as my fingers clicked away, typing words that just didn’t belong to... Continue Reading →
The school day ended hours ago. I could go home, but traffic is peaking. I have no plans and no one waits for me. For a moment I remember how it feels to be welcomed home, and then I let it go. There is certainly plenty of work to do, evaluations to complete and meetings... Continue Reading →
I’m awake, though my eyes are closed. The morning sun fills my bedroom. My eyelids flicker, and I resist welcoming the day. I lie in bed, my back stiff and sore from too much sleep, and carefully stretch as one false move can throw my back completely out of whack. Getting old is definitely a... Continue Reading →
When my kids were small I was a full time student. I rushed them to childcare, attended classes all day with care-free twenty-somethings, picked up my kiddos, raced home and then stuffed them with five minutes meals. Bath time was followed by bedtime and all the while I scolded hurry, hurry, hurry! I studied all... Continue Reading →
Riding my bike south on the crowded trail, I avoid the darting children and dogs. The sun sparkles on the ocean, the breeze blows my hair away from my face, and I breathe in the spring air. He comes into view, standing, straddling his bike, leaning on the handlebars. Even with sunglasses I recognize his... Continue Reading →
Bare Naked in Public 