My daughter was probably six or seven at the time. It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon in fall and we were at the soccer field. Her hair was pulled into French braids which were never as good as I would have liked, but were the best I could do, in a failing attempt to keep … Continue reading The times I wish I’d said Yes
Month: September 2017
Plein air
I long to be a plein air painter, carrying my easel in a case on my back, my tools of creation upon and within me. I would wander about, as artists do, searching for the just-right spot. (Artists have a good eye for that.) I would be a part of and apart from the landscape, … Continue reading Plein air
“We belong”
I can name that tune in two notes. It doesn't take any notes, really; just those two words will work just fine to cue the Pat Benatar song in my head. I wanted to put the next word in the title, too, which is of course together, but it turns out that you can only … Continue reading “We belong”
Parent Jail
Maybe if I'd watched more prison movies, it would be easier. Maybe I'd be better at this. At staying, successfully, on the outside. As it is, my knowledge of more typical incarceration and parole, and the scourge of recidivism, is limited mostly to the Shawshank Redemption, and the dozens of times that I've painstakingly watched … Continue reading Parent Jail
Driven
It is impossible to separate the memories of her early life from the car. More specifically, it is impossible to separate anything of the childhood of our family's "baby" from the minivan in which most of it took place. She had arrived into our family long after the other three, long past the tiny sedan … Continue reading Driven
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