When Biggest was about 2 or so, he got frustrated by my “multi-tasking” during breakfast and reached across the table, over the paper I was grading, and put his little hands on either side of my face. “Pay attention to me,” he said while he pulled my face towards his. He didn’t stop until his forehead was against mine, staring into my eyes to ensure I really was paying attention to him.
Sometimes, our world requires us to pay attention.
And sometimes, we’d really rather be distracted by anything but that which is reaching out and grabbing our attention. Continue reading
Happy Leap Year everyone. Such a fun little bit of humanity’s attempt to make order out of chaos.
I figure February 29ths should be filled to bursting with all things extra special. I don’t know, like flambé everything tasty and lamé everything wearable.
Of course, I’m wearing super old jeans and a baggy sweatshirt right now, so obviously there’s a big gap between what I think and what I do.
However, what I did this morning was type “The End” on the revision I’ve been working on for like forever. Continue reading
On Sunday afternoon, Mister Soandso and I were stopped at an intersection, waiting for the light to change. I don’t remember what we were talking about but I do remember thinking about how dead the grass was along side the road and how the light bounced off the metal window frames of the business across the street. Finally, we got our green arrow and he eased into the intersection.
It’s a suburban city intersection – the kind with bicycle lanes, a turning lane and two lanes in both directions. The kind you get when the city planners have the space to widen lanes and plan for urban growth. Continue reading
Do you have a favorite idiom? I have many, and if I can’t think of one, I am very comfortable making one up. Of course, this skill is more often due to my inability to remember real idioms during my time of need, but whatever. I think my new favorite was the time I was irritated while driving. (As an aside, the older I get, the crankier I get while driving. Oldest wagers that by the time I’m 80, I’ll get out at traffic lights and harangue other drivers and then whack their cars with my cane. He may be on to something.) I was trying to clean up my notoriously potty-mouth and instead of shouting to the imbecile with car keys the error of his ways, I instead hollered “crap on a cracker!” (I grew up hearing ‘Christ on a cross’ often…so I suppose the alliteration stayed with me?) Continue reading
I have a literary agent.
Yes, I know I technically already told folks that news back in March when I wrote, “Leaves Unfurling,” so this post is superfluous. Except that in the month since I signed my contract with Danielle M. Smith of Red Fox Literary and updated my bio, I’ve had time to sit with the news.
I guess I needed to sit with it for a bit.
Remember back when you were a teenager and you started a relationship with someone you really, really liked? Someone you thought was everything awesome and you wanted to yell it from the rooftops and yet keep it a secret? Not because you were ashamed but because you wanted to hold it close where it was nice and safe? Continue reading
There’s a bit of jargon we teacher types use to describe when aspects of the teaching process help the student to achieve more and more independent learning: scaffolding. As a high school teacher, I typically used it to describe actions or activities that developed skills required by future activities. Mastering baby steps, if you will.
I have to admit that even though I’ve left the classroom, I still use the term. I do this because I like it. I see it in action in parenting, in ministry, in friendship. Whether it is called “scaffolding” or not, we do it for one another when we come together and support one another to be better.
Scaffolding is great as far as I’m concerned. Continue reading
According to the calendar, today is the first day of spring. Of course, an arbitrary date on a calendar doesn’t necessarily line up with what a body might be experiencing. A friend of mine, the writer Linda Grimes, uploaded a video of the snow gently falling in her front yard this morning. For her and her East coast counterparts, spring feels a bit off. And, of course, out here on the West coast, spring began creeping into being several weeks ago.
Sitting down at my kitchen table this morning, I realized the trees along the creek have leaves on them. I don’t remember there being leaves on them yesterday. But they are certainly there today. The dogwoods in my yard still are leafless and the big maple across the field still is in pre-bud form. But those birches across the way definitely unfurled their leaves in the past few days. Continue reading