A heavy wooden office chair sits alongside the large bay window overlooking our front yard and the neighborhood beyond. In this chair, the smaller badly behaved dog sits most afternoons to watch for yellow buses (an act of seeming devotion that is in fact less about the girls and more about the dog – …A teal-blue bruise
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A little moment today. A single moment. I spent the afternoon and evening at the girls’ school. A celebration of the end of the school year and of . . . an end. The girls’ school is being shut down. Budget cuts. Maj is headed off to Junior High next year. Kallan is headed …Liminal moment I love the smell of clover. It smells of honey and grass and sleepiness to me. It smells of silent friendship. Of the ache of motherhood. And blood. I picked a few of the round white flowers this afternoon as I walked around the neighborhood . . . breathed deeply of their fragrance. Stepped …Clovered scent For the longest time, I had a wart on my thumb. Right-hand thumb, just at the joint . . . so that the best way to show someone this wart was to give a thumbs-up sign. I am not a woman of rampant thumbs-upping, so it was not a big deal. I did sometimes …Thumbs-up! A panicked scream from the other end of the house. Uuunnnnngggg eee-iiinnnnnngg! The scream is running toward me, so I don’t get up from my chair. Uuunnnnngggg eee-iiinnnnnngg! Closer. Iiiiii uuunnnnngggg eee-iiinnnnnngg! Stomping down the stairs. Iiiiii uuunnnnngggg eh eee-iiinnnnnngg! I have no idea what she is saying, so I turn to …Eee ah eeks! |
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