I flew amidst the bumpiness of air currents Not knowing that between land and cloud It wasn’t wind, but Death blowing in, come to snatch The final breath Of one who would never reach His 2nd birthday.
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While her baby was dying
Posted in Babies, Death/Loss/Grief, Existential, Natural World, Sons, Tulips on April 8, 2015 | Leave a Comment »
Time Travel
Posted in Camp, Finery, Friendship, Grandparents, Natural World, Photos, Reminiscences on February 8, 2015 | Leave a Comment »
I store my memories externally, in photos, belongings purchased during special times, gifts, books I once read or taught from, poems, and sometimes journals. One year I journaled on pages that I first painted, the colors and uneven texture of thickly painted paper eliciting words and phrases that had not emerged on crisp white sheets. […]
Dances with Worms
Posted in Animals, Children, Fear, Film, Rain, Youth on April 18, 2014 | 2 Comments »
The post-rainfall Wisconsin worms were fat, long, everywhere. It took forever to walk to school those days, as I methodically calculated each footstep. To avoid squishing them, releasing even more of the pungent earthy smell I hated. To avoid accidentally cutting one in two, creating two separate worms that would live where there once was […]
Childhood Story #8
Posted in Children, Emotions/Inner World, Fathers, Growing up, Masculinity, Writing, Young Love on February 17, 2014 | Leave a Comment »
In a well-worn story of my youth, the main character is, of course, me. But as I retold the story, it could be my Dad. Or my Mom. Or my stuffed tiger, who, at the age I was at the time this story was not yet a story, but a series of events that hadn’t […]
Mama Coat
Posted in Aging, Babies, Children, Motherhood on October 11, 2013 | Leave a Comment »
I have not recycled my maternity coat. I no longer wear it with the zip-in front panel that added just the right space to protect my burgeoning belly and, later, my infant son, wrapped tightly in the baby sling I carried him in well into his preschool years. Ah, the things you can do when […]