A few weeks ago a couple of mourning doves were shopping for nest sites in our backyard. I know this because as I sat in our breezeway I could hear them cooing at each other and scrabbling around in our gutters. At first, I wasn't sure what the noise was and I'd pop my head … Continue reading I’m Not Ready
The spring of 1981 in Prairie Village, Kansas was a noisy one. A brood of 17-year cicadas emerged from their nests and the air was thick with the mechanical sound of their wings drying out. Our lawn was littered with their empty shells, a perfect translucent mold of their big buggy bodies and just as … Continue reading 17 Year Cicadas
I was in grade school when the Challenger blew up after launch. A bunch of us were huddled in a classroom watching the coverage on a TV that had been wheeled in to the front of the room. When it exploded the teachers gasped and someone turned the TV off and ushered us all to … Continue reading The Parachute
Yesterday I walked up the ski hill in my neighborhood on my walk. It's not much of an incline, but it's steeper and longer than most of the hills in the neighborhood, plus it connects to a High School cross country running trail so it seemed like a nice diversion. As I was almost at … Continue reading I Seem Approachable?
I have a bad habit of playing out imaginary arguments in my head. It's one of the worst examples of my brain's unhelpful looping behavior and oh how I wish I could shake it. I don't enjoy conflict, in general. If I sense injustice happening I tend to get pretty riled up, though and rather … Continue reading The Conflict Was Inside Me All Along