Things I want to know:

… If every 3 ½ year old goes through a phase of DISAGREABLE that involves rejecting every choice and every option presented to him, and also often involves throwing himself to the floor in sobbing dramatics when told that those are his only choices, or even, at his very worst, saying, No Mommy! You listen [...]

cool kid

Tonight we went on a run. As a family. All three of us. Granted, my current version of running is more of a run-walk-galumpf than a real run… Still, Bean was thrilled. He put on sports socks and sneakers and kept up a good pace for almost a half mile before he needed a rest [...]

Verbs

There was frost this morning. Gossamer. The ghost of winter creeping among the still-green clover and hip high grass . Autumn, with the flight of a hundred thousand monarchs suddenly southwards, is here. Prussian skies. The harsh calling of geese. Water, low in the creeks, reflecting the first flame flecked leaves on the maples. It [...]

Surly.

I have been in a catastrophically bad mood. All day. I have tried, desperately to shake it, but it seems to still have the better of me. I convinced DH to haul Bean on a hike up the mountain through the first fallen red leaves. I took note of the bright blue sky. Munched a [...]

garden bounty

Tuesday, Tuesday

I come home with a sore throat. Tuesday. Every week Tuesday seems to day that kicks my butt the most. I feel like a rug worn to the weft. Like the delicate filigree of a leaf’s veinwork—all that’s left after a season of snow. Or like the gray goose feathers scattered about the yard, down [...]

For the record

I’m not sure why I feel compelled to write about the messy sharp-edged rawness; skies the color of cement, thunder storms, evening clouds ripped to shreds and stained vermillion with the setting sun. Except to say that I write because these things matter, and my words are like the layers of snow buried within a [...]

Wince

The corn is tall now. It rises up on the sides of the road like skyscrapers in this rural landscape of field. The sky is stormy. By the pond in the morning I no longer see the blue heron that stood all summer, balancing on one leg as it fished in the shallows; and in [...]