Was this the first guest post I ever did? I think it was. This piece appeared first over on In These Small Moments back in July of 2010.
Some of my saddest memories from childhood are of going home.
My home was broken and jagged and filled with sharp shattered bits of …Going home
I am using the bathroom, and I can hear Maj talking to her homework in the room across the hall. She is in the last stages of a research report on local invasive species. The project is due tomorrow, and all she has left to accomplish is the foldering of her typewritten report and …Bad boy of unholiness
I am downstairs in the basement pantry searching for a vegetable to have with dinner.
“Mother! I need you!”
I step to the bottom of the stairs and call up, “Maj, I am busy and I am in the basement. What are the chances you can deal with this problem yourself?”
“Mother, I …Silver Tines of Deficiency
Kallan’s friend went home earlier this evening after a week with us. Kallan’s friend is a lovely girl, and the visit went very well. Kallan was sad to see her go.
Sad and exhausted and a little bit manic . . . a week is a long time to have a friend stay with …A little more me
Another piece of me that originally appeared elsewhere, this went up first over at A Sluiter Nation back in September of 2010 . . .
Fighting for Place
In the years before I entered 3rd grade, I attended many schools.
We moved a lot.
And so, on the first day of the school year, …Fighting for place