There was an empty cup in my son’s bedroom yesterday. I couldn’t muster the initiative to take it ALL THE WAY to the kitchen, so I kicked it out of his room into the hallway and partway down the stairs. It sat on the stairwell all of last night and this morning. I just walked […]
It’s me again, walking by my old school locker. ‘That used to the locker I shared with Susan,’ I think each time, and then I rush to my destination and start teaching history lessons again. My personal history there, by my rusty locker, is of no real interest to anyone – just some portion of […]
Dear 31, Your predecessor haunted me. It followed me for months: 3-0 three oh 30 thirty. It screamed at me from writing homework – reflections and recollections and every single unanswered everything in my real life or fake life or would-be life or could-be life or should-be life or might-be life; it deafened me to […]
How much can a person change in a year?
Some love is measured in years, some love is measured through dedication to paperwork.
That’s me. The nostalgic hoarder. With all of my talk of simplifying, and my blogged endeavors at letting go, there remains one area where I am/was woefully cluttered. ‘My Memories’ I’ve called them, as my husband and I moved them from Colorado Springs to Boulder to Fargo to Moorhead and back to Fargo. ‘Make sure […]
Mother’s Day dawned wet and dreary, with a windy chill in the air. I was exhausted from my girlfriend getaway I’d just returned from, and I felt the let-down Sunday usually brings. I was greeted with gifts and cuddles from my family, which I appreciated, but I just can’t stand the expectations of this particular […]