As I hold this light of practicing connection, it’s terrible. I feel the familiar drag of hiding, but also see the spark of something long ago familiar, like a conscience, on the other side.
As I hold this light of practicing connection, it’s terrible. I feel the familiar drag of hiding, but also see the spark of something long ago familiar, like a conscience, on the other side.
I flexed my foot to stretch my calf while we were stopped. I bent down and fished my water bottle out of the stroller. My friend’s stroller was parked just ahead of mine. Our toddler boys reclined in their man-carts, happily stuffing themselves with snacks. I hadn’t been on our usual trail in a …
He leaned in and pointed a finger straight at me. I had been meaning to introduce myself to him for months. You see, my friend has a grown daughter, whom this young man has been dating for a while. He may actually become a future member of their family. So, in our circle of people, …
I was about 10 years old, I think. And I was in the backseat of our car, as it was flying down a country road in the middle of the night. Everything outside my window was pitch black, except for the beam of the headlights illuminating the yellow road reflectors as they whizzed up to …
I bend down, reaching under a shelf. I find the hidden handle of a heavy metal box. It scrapes the floor as I pull it out into the light. A latch un-clicks and the lid creaks open. Layers of metal shapes lie inside. Some look scuffed and worn. Others shine new. This? This is my …
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 …