Monthly Archives: March 2012
No Tears Fall
Words rush and flit about like butterflies that would not be caught. Slow down you think too fast. Something hurts but I am the one running now. It’s a dream. I line up at the starting line and a man sneers at anyone who takes 5 hours to run a marathon. Inadequate. No! I run, and Ben runs in front of me, too fast. Slow down son. He won’t. Dimples and grins and laughing, so wild and free and fleet [...]
Two More Words about My Son: It’s Time
It was 6 o’clock. Ben sat at the kitchen table in his pajamas. As punishment for throwing rocks and biting another kid, he had spread mulch outside and then received an early bath. I glanced at my husband and said, “I am going for a run. You got the phone? Dr. Myers should call on my cell phone.” My almost bald, still-handsome, barrel-chested man nodded at me and asked, “You told her it’s time? Are you okay?” I shook my [...]
Law, Rules and Writing, by Astrea Baldwin
The lot of a modern writer is not to toil in lonely isolation. The Internet brings writers together via sites like Facebook and Twitter. One of the central networking hubs for hard-working writers exists on WordPress, which represents the most precious of treasures: a community of lovely and talented writers. One of these treasures takes the actual form of Astrea Baldwin, who is today’s guest blogger. I fell upon Astrea’s blog and felt a connection to her and to her [...]
Some things About Me?
Good morning my friends! So, I am going to answer a few things about me today. What is my favorite ice cream flavor? Starbucks Java Chip. Favorite football team? The Colts . . . except now I am dazed and annoyed about Peyton Manning. Favorite hobby? running. Children? yes, three of them. Married? yep, happily. Career? ex-lawyer; now, full-time writer, if there is such a thing. Sense of humor? Sometimes. Political party? Oh come on, you didn’t really think I [...]
Petals Running Across the Street
The March wind blew and Ben squealed with delight. “Look, Jim, the petals are running!” Ben’s voice carried at 120 decibels and I gripped Ben’s hand and while the breeze rustled my older son’s wavy, dark blond hair, my throat ached and I worried that my youngest child would scream about the petals for the rest of the morning. So I held his little hand and watched the petals running and part of my brain laughed with Ben; and yet, [...]
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