Full Day: Slice of Life 21/31 #sol16

Slow morning Strong coffee Banana oatmeal Open notebook Snuggly dog Blog post Home school Animal fight Dirty dishes Pesto pasta Basketball once Country roads Soaring hawk Galloping mustangs History lesson Stone carvings Sundance site Nuzzling mustangs Dust storm Country roads Ice cream Swirling cat Windy walk Clean dishes Folded laundry Blog post Hot shower Leftover…

Root Beer Floats: Slice of Life 20/31 #sol16

“My friends absolutely love you,” my son tells me. I raise my eyebrows in a question. “Yeah, I’ve told them whenever I get in trouble, you make me a root beer float.” It takes me awhile to stop laughing. “Do they believe you?” I finally ask. He snorts. “Of course they do! They’ve met you!”…

Dear Trauma: Slice of Life 19/31 #sol16

Dear Trauma, By now we’re old friends. I know your moves, just as you know mine. I feel your heart race, your breath quicken. There you are, looking wildly for an exit. There you are, closing your eyes to block out the threat. There you are, fists up ready to fight. We start our dance,…

Bad Kid: Slice of Life 18/31 #sol16

I’m a bad kid, my son has started saying. He refers to his friends as “the other bad kids. Like me.” Until sixth grade, he always thought of himself as a good kid. But his experiences in sixth grade got him wondering. And seventh grade sealed the deal. It’s official. He’s a bad kid. “What…

Early Morning Gratitudes: Slice of Life 17/31 #sol16

I am grateful: For the soothing chimes that woke me slowly For the creaky floor that woke my son as I was tiptoeing through the living room For my son’s stentorian bellow—“MOM!” For the cheek, warm and sweet-smelling from sleep, that he allowed me to kiss For this morning’s cat, Fergus, who swished and swirled…

Homeschool: Slice of Life 16/31 #sol16

This afternoon, we’re making it official. We’re filing papers to become homeschoolers. Partial homeschoolers. My son wanted to keep his first-period math class, which he loves. Every morning, he will go to his most regulating class—taught by a very structured, unflappable teacher who loves math and loves middle-schoolers. And then he will come home. And…

Finding Joy: Slice of Life 10/31 #sol16

If you’re looking for it, you might not find it. For me, it hides in the pages of my notebook. In the lilacs beginning to bud in March. In the bald eagle I see soaring overhead at least once a week on my drive to work. In whimsical latte art. In Frances’s look of bliss…

Roots: Slice of Life 9/31 #sol16

My son cringes when he looks at me. “You’re going to die!” he says. “You’re dying right now!” As with so many of his pronouncements, this one comes out of the blue, no context to ground me or clue me in on how best to respond. Philosophically? Why yes, we’re all dying. Every minute we…