Another First Day
Posted: August 23, 2010 Filed under: Joined at the Heart, Writers Write | Tags: family, writers, writing Leave a comment »
Summer vacation is over again. Here are my girls on another first day, Cherry’s last of elementary school. Coco’s shirt says THINK. It seems appropriate. Below are last year’s and the year before’s photos. Click for a larger image.
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The Empty Sack
Posted: August 21, 2010 Filed under: Goals, Writers Write | Tags: loss, perception, Trusting Your Instincts, writers, writing 2 Comments »At the beach, I grill hot dogs while Bacon watches Cherry and Coco swim. When I open the back of the van to get out the condiments, a Dollar Tree bag floats gently overhead. I don’t want to be one of those losers contributing to the flotilla in the Gulf, so I jump. And miss.
The wind propels it around the dune and down the road. I’m right behind pounding the sand, huffing and puffing, but the bastard is beyond reach. With each step I hurl my body forward. Dollar Tree drifts. My lungs burn. I kick the sand with my flip-flops.
Why am I still running? Over my shoulder, the car is a half-mile back. I’m chasing a sack that I’m never going to catch. Leaning forward, hands on knees, I let it go.
What have you chased lately?
And They Said It Wouldn’t Last
Posted: August 18, 2010 Filed under: Joined at the Heart, Writers Write | Tags: family, Mothers, vacation, writers, writing Leave a comment »In the middle of our first adoption, a guy I know asked if I could get my money back if I didn’t like the kid. I wish I’d said, “Do your parents want their money back on you?”
Ten years ago this week, I became Cherry’s mom. She was a smiley Chinese version of the Gerber baby. Today, she is a Barbie Doll. You know, the one that comes dressed in the nuclear physicist suit.
We celebrated with a weekend at the beach.
Come on in. The water's fine.
No thanks. I'm fine right here.
