She’s Off

I want to tell you what love looks like. She is 18, about 5′ 7″ with dark blonde hair to her shoulders. Love looks like her, fresh sweetness driven by curiosity. I want to tell you what else love looks like. She is 46, about 5′ 10″, a brunette with tints of red. Love looks… Continue reading She’s Off

The Word “Gullible” Doesn’t Actually Appear in the Dictionary

Teddy said it was a hat, So I put it on. Now dad is saying, ‘where the heck’s the toilet plunger gone?’ –Shel Silverstein In Northern Minnesota, winter is long and spring capricious. By April, residents’ moods correlate to the thermometer.  That’s why, on a rare, glorious, sun-drenched Saturday when I was out for a… Continue reading The Word “Gullible” Doesn’t Actually Appear in the Dictionary

Twenty-Eight First Graders, the Lone Teacher, a Slew of Specialists, and One Shy Girl

¬†Anne Lamott once wrote of a type of situation so taxing it could “…make Jesus drink gin from the dog dish.” This is how I often feel, as the parent of a school-aged child. It’s surprisingly hard to let my kid go off all day to be manhandled by the world. It makes me want… Continue reading Twenty-Eight First Graders, the Lone Teacher, a Slew of Specialists, and One Shy Girl