Return to “Normal”

I finished modifying two N95 breathing masks to fit my childrens’ small faces.  This week their school re-opened.  The principal emailed parents, suggesting we pack masks in our children’s backpacks for them to wear during recess if we were concerned about the smoke from the wildfires that burned up our county.  We were told to […]

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Survivor’s Guilt

I ran away. I did not lose my house.  I was not in the mandatory evacuation zone.  Yet, after 4 days in the smoke, living just miles away from the flames destroying my town, I left.  I don’t wan’t to tell anyone that.  Mine was not a story of heroism.  But also, mine was not […]

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Mama’s of the Fire

The phantom smell of smoke still tingles my nose as I take a deep breath and look out the window of my sister’s house.  The Sierra Nevada’s rise like soldiers outside: lumbering, protecting.  In order to escape the smoke from the fires, I drove my children for hours and hours today to arrive at my […]

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The Gift of Staying

You want to know what I had? I had this great idea for a post.  I was sure it would be a hit.  Then, I bounced this idea off my husband, and he smiled and said, “Huh.  Well, that’s just normal to me.  That’s how I grew up.” *crickets crickets* Well it’s not how I […]

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How Do Other Writers Do This?

It may take these little – not big – chunks of time, and a habit of plain-old sitting down to write – often – to create great works.

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Be Interrupted

  It was 10 a.m. when I finally pulled away from my kids’ school for the day.  Shuffling the kids out of the car earlier that morning, my daughter exclaimed from the back seat, “Mom!  I don’t have my backpack!”  A quick search revealed she left it hanging on the hook at home: fully packed […]

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Losing Baby’s Infancy, and All of My Good Ideas

It’s lost.  All of it.  After days of waiting and hours spent on the phone with tech support, some of the most important things in the world to me are gone forever.  I found some things in the process too, but oh how much I lost! I thought, in this modern age, things like that […]

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It Gets Better

It gets SO much better. There wasn’t even one tantrum.  Not one open-mouthed wailing session. The afternoon breeze blew softly through the line of trees overhead.  the grassy berm of land bordering the walkway to the livestock exhibits had a string of Garton Tractors parked for display.  Whomever was assigned to stand by and sell […]

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Fight for Light

This is a practiced story, but one I could tell over and over again. Babesie was my sunshine girl from the very beginning. Her labor was exactly as I wanted. Surrounded and supported by loved members of family, held by her father, my Boyo, I caught her in my own two hands as she came […]

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Mom-fessions of a Flexible Riser

If you ask my husband, he’ll say I’m a morning person. I must admit, morning is my cup of tea.  With the fresh air and the birds twittering and the day shaking off the dew of the night: every single thing is rife with possibilities.  Everything has a new chance in that morning slant of sun, or […]

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