The other evening, I went for a hike and found white feathers. A lot of them. For a year and a half now, I've been finding white feathers everywhere I go. Here are the feathers I found on Thursday. I find white feathers pretty much every time I take my lunch-break walks. I found one…
Loem
A list or a poem or possibly both A loem a nonexistent word that seems perfect to describe this moment acoustically and ethereally it brings to mind a mixture that drains well but holds nutrients --- I returned from visiting my baby and in the refrigerator there was moldy leftover rice a soggy liquified cucumber…
Joy. Ride.
About seventeen months ago, I stood in my garage looking up at my bike. It hung from the ceiling on a hook Ken had installed. His bike was hanging next to mine. A police officer had returned his bike at some point. My memory of the timing is fuzzy. Was it that night, that horrible…
Notifications from heaven?
I went to a group for widows a while back, and a woman shared that she was angry that her husband hadn't sent her any white feathers. Send? White feathers? She said each of their family members and mutual friends had received a white feather from her deceased husband, but she had never gotten one.…
A snapshot of joy
As I ran, storms threatened and the sky darkened. I kept my worried eyes trained on the greying sky. The clouds pressed down and made me feel hurried and agitated. At the halfway point, I turned around. I remember a “WOW!” escaping as I exhaled. The blue of the sky caught me by surprise. Fluffy…
Just sitting here thinking about my phone
In our family, the kids don’t get their own cell phones until they get their driver’s licenses. Sammy got his license a few weeks ago, but we decided to wait a bit before getting him his own phone. We told him he was getting one in September when Verizon rolls out a new plan. (To…
for·ti·tude
Originally posted February 2011 Edited November 2019 “Let’s get going. Today we’ll be learning about fortitude; get your dictionaries out.” “Sammy, please stop doodling. Pay attention. No, it’s not about making everything into the number four! No, F comes before G in the alphabet.” “Mom, I have to go to the bathroom; I’ll be right…
Dirt Road Diary 