Riding home from school, my 9 year-old staring out the window said, “Mama. The heart wants what the heart wants. If the heart wants a limo – you will go for a ride in a limo.” (more…)
“Let’s get rid of these.” My daughter pointed to our washer and dryer. My first thought — how quickly can this be accomplished? (more…)
Six thousand books needed to be transported. Let’s form a line of book wrestlers from Dog Ear Books old location on Academy Street up two generous city blocks to their new location on South Main Street. (more…)
All celebrating happens in the end zone. Well, it used to before new rules once again try to curb the enthusiasm of jubilant ballplayers. Who doesn’t understand the spontaneous desire to take the moment to propose to a cheerleader? Or lie down to attempt a Snow Angel? A touchdown’s been scored! No one would think of performing this celebratory behavior on their own 5 yard line.
Letting go or hanging on.
When committing last July to run the January 2010 Disney marathon, I couldn’t foresee race day temperatures in the 20s with wind chills into the teens. The Weather Channel announced exposed skin warnings and risk of hypothermia. Dressed in so many mixed-match layers, it appeared I was going on a date with the Michelin Man and trying a little too hard to impress. (more…)
Snap. The sound of a champagne flute’s stem separating from its bowl after knocking against the kitchen sink facet. Ruined! (more…)
Oh, to be 8 years old and making a Christmas wish list. Especially if that note is addressed to someone magical for whom nothing is impossible. My daughter drew up this list for the fat man in the red suit: (more…)
Only the weak cry. You cannot be weak and run roundtrip from Madison to Rutledge. (more…)
HELP ME was scribbled across the fogged school bus window to my left. How can a parent say “no” when a child begs, “Please come on the field trip with us?”
Easy. “No.” (more…)
