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Ode to a good man
Evan is playing soccer again. He’s gone on Wednesday nights and Sunday mornings for practices and games. He connects with his body, the ball, the field while I connect with Oliver. Then he comes home...
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I’ve always thought that a dolphin siting was a very good omen. Sunlight on sea foam has a way of tricking the eye into seeing a fin, a tail, a blowhole spray. Today we saw dolphins with absolute...
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“JUST HANG UP THE PHONE,” my dad would yell whenever he heard frustration or sadness in my voice while talking into it. Sometimes I was arguing with a friend, sometimes it was a response to bad news. I...
View ArticleMichigan Summer
My high school automotive teacher called this “God’s Country.” I’ve been wandering through God’s Country looking for flowers among the weeds and interesting rocks and the U2 song stuck in my head. That...
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New Neighbors
On my way to the dog park yesterday I had a conversation with myself about acceptance. We’re new in this neighborhood, new in this town, new in this state, new to the western half of the country. What...
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Fall-ish
I’m sitting here watching the world turn white from the overstuffed chair in my living room. The chair doesn’t face the door, it faces the TV like every chair in every living room in America. I can...
View ArticleOne is Silver and the Other, Gold
A few weeks ago, Madeleine Dore posted about being social. In her lovely piece (ok, they’re all lovely pieces) Madeleine references this poem by Kenneth Koch, published in The New Yorker in 1998. The...
View ArticleFuel
I drink a lot of coffee. Coffee is part of my persona. In first grade, Oliver made a Mother’s Day collage, as assigned and drew a picture of me holding a coffee cup. The caption he wrote said “My mom...
View ArticleBoring But Healthy
Lil asked me if I had any New Year’s Resolutions and I responded with the stoic “If I want to make a change in my life, I won’t wait until New Year’s Day to do it.” Anyway, I’m already a teetotaler of...
View ArticleIn memory of a song and meanderings
My little brother sent me a text this past Friday that said “Mr Jones & Me. Bright is my favorite color.” Kind of out of nowhere, but this is the nature of my relationship with him now. We send...
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