Dot Dot Dash, I’ll Send You An Email

"In my beginning is my end." -T.S. Eliot I drive 65 by a dead raccoon, a telegraph pole with weeping wires, a tumbleweed that needs to be freed, still bound to the dust.Everything's dying, even the golden wheat, even the fluttered foxtails. The old barn is caving in. God bless America.The countryside testifies, telling truth in … Continue reading Dot Dot Dash, I’ll Send You An Email

Why God Doesn’t Catch Me When I Fall: Imperfect Prose

I pitter patter through patty pan, squashing ants and pulling wayward weeds, praying for roots.The cat's been pooping in the green beans again, so we'll wash them once they're big and grown. The pincer bugs hurry by, waving weird appendages as they tumble over twigs while two orange dragonflies spin in the sun. I buy … Continue reading Why God Doesn’t Catch Me When I Fall: Imperfect Prose

Sometimes I Write Stuff Down So I Remember It When The Superheroes Move Out

I squeezed him hard, with all my mom muscles. I tried to will him to be small in my arms for longer. Not forever maybe, just for...as long as I feel like it.Four is a fun year."MOM! You gave me a HULK SQUEEZE!" he was delighted."Yes," I said grasping the moment, "because that's how much … Continue reading Sometimes I Write Stuff Down So I Remember It When The Superheroes Move Out

Now I’m Wondering If I Would Be Happy Without Dried String Cheese In the Bathroom…

I woke up. In the middle of my deep desire to hit the snooze button on my life, I realized I was telling lies again.I've been declaring, "No, I do not want to race cars. No I don't want to make another Playdoh bird, nor do I wish to make fifteen eggs for the bird. I … Continue reading Now I’m Wondering If I Would Be Happy Without Dried String Cheese In the Bathroom…

Outside, the thick scent of orange blossoms is being cut by laser blasts.I'm inside with my cold coffee, a mellow puddle of milky brown. I listen to the wind chimes in the May breeze, and the gardener's edger hums with dog bark punctuation marks in the distance. There's a pirate house in my back yard, … Continue reading