Here’s what driving carpool really means: the floors of your car fill up with food remains, the seams of your seats darken with embedded crumbs, the windows smudge over with the residue of sticky/sweaty foreheads, noses, lips and fingers, the air sours with the lingering odor of left-behind articles of clothing peeled off while wet, half-sucked […]
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The Marvelous Boy
Posted in Adolescents/Teenagers, Books, Boys, Daughters, Feminism, Girls, Growing up, Masculinity, Men, The Genders on October 12, 2014 | Leave a Comment »
Definition of a Good Day: My Father Didn’t Die and I Didn’t Kill my Mother
Posted in Acceptance, Aging, Anger, Daughters, Death/Loss/Grief, Fathers, Fear, Friendship, Meditation, Writing on January 30, 2014 | 2 Comments »
Some days, “goodness” is defined more simply. A break in the weather. Errands completed with relative ease. My son has a good day at school and responds by my 4th nagging request to get off the computer. My husband returns from his 12-hour day energized and fatigued, rather than exhausted and depleted. I manage to […]
“I’m Right Here”
Posted in Daughters, Dogs, Feminism, Isolation/Belonging, Love, Mothers, Youth on October 26, 2013 | Leave a Comment »
Instead of a diary, I told my dog the things I told no one else, believing that she alone knew me. I told her who I loved, what I was scared of, things about me I hated, things I hoped for. I recounted the injustices, slights, and micro-cruelties I had suffered. Or at least believed […]
Modern Day Heroism
Posted in Daughters, Fathers, Husbands, Men, Mothers, The Genders on July 1, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
The setting: An overcast day, perfect for strolling in the park and checking out the local fish ladder. Salmon are swimming upstream, doing their salmon-y thing. Big fish. People are doing their people-y thing, taking pictures, talking loudly over the low roar of the water, leaning over the tops of the pools to get a […]