Sunday Stories

Clothing Optional Clothing Optional: Evie checked her phone. Crap, it was going to be at least 80 today.  With hope in her heart she scrolled down; maybe it would be windy?  Nope, clear, bright day ahead “Are you ready to go?” Her husband entered the room and wrapped his arms around her from behind, kissingContinue reading “Sunday Stories”

Distance Learning

In my corner of the globe, this is our first week back to school.  Our school district has wholeheartedly embraced the “new normal” of online learning, something I applaud them for.  I work as an instructional aid for the special education department and know the struggles and limitations our population has to contend with. IContinue reading “Distance Learning”

Sunday Stories

Sunflower Sunflower, her name was Sunflower.  She walked through the halls with grace. Her toned muscles working under the surface of her skin like ripples in a pond.  She moved like the seven-days-a-week dancer she was.  Toiling away in the studio, her home away from home.  Tap, ballet, modern, contemporary, jazz, and hip-hop; every styleContinue reading “Sunday Stories”

Balance

Lately, I’ve been irritable, I get angry at silly things and find it harder to say what’s on my mind.  All my anger, my frustration, has conveniently/unfortunately been focused on my husband.  I get angry if I’m vacuuming and he’s sitting on the couch having a phone conversation with a client.  Why doesn’t he knowContinue reading “Balance”

Apologies

In these times of trouble and divided sentiments I have come to realize that there are those who see the act of apologizing as one of weakness.  This boggles my mind.  Don’t we as parents tell our squabbling children to “be the bigger person” to “apologize and make peace”?  Have we gotten too old toContinue reading “Apologies”

Whose Turn is it Anyway?

Monday “Carson, take the trash out please.” “Uuuhhh!” she whines. “I did it yesterday, make Hannah do it.” I turn to my other daughter also sitting on the couch watching TV. “Hannah, can you take the trash out please?”  “No fair, I did the recycling earlier. Make Cole do it.”  I consider this.  I’d forgottenContinue reading “Whose Turn is it Anyway?”

Curiously Pregnant

“Mom, what if I get pregnant?”  My sixteen-year-old, middle daughter, smiles at my frozen expression before popping a floret of broccoli into her mouth.  The twinkle doesn’t leave her eye as she chews. “Excuse me?” I ask to buy time and try to understand where this came from. This one always had questions, always surprisedContinue reading “Curiously Pregnant”

What’s Truth Got to do with It

*I definitely have certain leanings in politics, but I try very hard to keep that from my writing. My intention is to not bias the reader. If my skirting around and not making a judgement feels like an endorsement of one belief over another, that is not my intent.  I simply want to get peopleContinue reading “What’s Truth Got to do with It”