Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Friendship
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Last spring I had headaches – they were there when I woke up, backed away like wild animals from fire when pain meds kicked in, but then came charging back with teeth bared when the meds wore off. They were there for days and days – I can't remember how long now – but they…
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My arms are speckled red with scratches and small bumps, and a band-aid comforts a blister at the crook of my thumb, despite the gloves I wore to protect my hands. The irresistible sunshine convinced me to ignore my 'inside' work and, instead, grab a rake and get back to clearing a field where I envision a…
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The sun was already blinding me by the time I headed out to walk the critters this morning – how did it get so late? To save time, I decided we would run! We could all use the exercise; Max is only a puppy in his mind, now – his body is middle-aged thick - and…
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A song came on the radio this afternoon – one I'd never heard before. I was punching buttons and this line jumped out at me from a country/western station…"I feel like 17 when I'm in my hometown…" Well, I'm not even sure that was the line, but it was something similar and it made me think…
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Ah, we're such bad "parents"…here we are on the coldest morning since 1996 – it got down in the teens last night – and we had barely a spoonful of seed left for Frankie's breakfast. I gave him a couple of nuggets from Max's canned dog food to tide him over – he loves those!…
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It's a scary thing, watching a surgical team whisk your child's gurney through those double doors, even if it's for a minor, non-emergency operation. A quick kiss on the forehead and Kendall was gone yesterday morning, leaving me with snippets of a recent conversation running through my head: a friend's son almost died following minor surgery this past…
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Dear Secret Santa, It was after 2am before I discovered them… After hugging the last guests good-bye and straightening up the kitchen, I headed to the bathroom to get ready for bed; there it sat, balanced on the edge of the tub where I couldn't miss it, despite the exhaustion-and-champagne-induced fog settling into my brain…the Big Blue Gift…
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Last night Tom and I fell asleep with the sound of voices in our ears…the rare sound of young voices just outside our bedroom door fighting to be heard in their eagerness to share stories, peppered with shouts, gasps and laughs. It's been months since we've had anything but silence in our ears as we…
Long Hollow 