Mornings: Slice of Life 5/31 #sol16

Mornings, I creep. I consider each footfall, trying to avoid every creaky board in this old house. I don’t want to wake my son. He’s been sleeping downstairs on the couch since he got a concussion. He needs his sleep, and I’m used to this hour by myself in the mornings. I need this hour…

Currently: Slice of Life 4/31 #sol16

LISTENING to the click of Frances’s toenails across the wood floors and the snores of my elderly dog napping beside me on the couch WONDERING what we’re going to have for dinner tonight. Why do humans have to eat so often? THINKING about what helps me recharge and feel rejuvenated when I get a break FEELING…

Emergency Room: Slice of Life 3/31 #sol16

By now, I know he’s going to be okay but I’m still running because he expects me to be the kind of mom who runs from the car to the emergency room. He can’t see me, but my husband is watching out the door and narrating my movements, so I run. He is stretched out…

Slice Exploder: Slice of Life 2/31 #sol16

I’m driving home listening to a new-to-me podcast, Song Exploder. In 15 minutes or so, a singer-songwriter explains one of their songs–where the inspiration came from, how they wrote it, why they played these particular notes, how the song resisted them, how they overcame the resistance and created something whole and right and good. I get…

Slice of Life: Instant Bad Mood

This was my morning. In a perfectly good mood. Sitting at the coffee shop, skimming Amy Krouse Rosenthal’s wonderful book, Encyclopedia of an Ordinary Life, looking for excerpts to share in my Composition class this afternoon. Take a break to check email and find a link to the Grade Report for my fantasy football draft.…