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
Have you ever seen the movie The Man Who Came to Dinner? I've never seen it, but I know a Jimmy Durante song from it. It sticks in my head sometimes. “Did you ever get the feeling that you wanted to go, But still had the feeling that you wanted to stay, You knew it … Continue reading Stay, Go. Go, Stay.
Did you know that April is National Fresh Celery Month? I don't have much more to say about that, but I do want to point your attention to another month long celebration in April, National Poetry Month. Back in 1996 the Academy of American Poets thought it might be nice to celebrate poetry for a … Continue reading When the World is Mudluscious
Have you ever seen those old black and white movies of people screaming and crying because The Beatles are getting off a plane/on the Ed Sullivan show/walking down a street? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7mw1D3HTGng I've always watched those clips with an intense wonder: how does this happen? How can people get this excited about anything? I'm a fan … Continue reading The Spaz
In 2015, the one year anniversary of giving part of my liver to my husband snuck up on us. We didn't plan for it, we both went to work and we both felt angry. Mostly because neither of us had really properly processed what we'd gone through the year before. We did a very good … Continue reading Walking, Then Food, Then More Walking
It's been four years since I donated 60% of my liver to my husband. A gift that would ultimately have to be replaced, but which kept him alive for thirty days until a new one arrived. The first year we celebrated this anniversary was hard. Something about how you don't know how stressful a situation … Continue reading Four Years Ago