I was in a meeting at work today and someone said, you don’t go huntin’ without knowing what to shoot. Great metaphor, right? It came back to me as I was pouring over these photos and trying to find word glue to hold them all together. Is it just me, or do big life steps… Continue reading Where we shoot
Category: For Better or Worse
Miles
Last night we packed a cold pasta salad and drove down the street, pool noodles and towels in hand. We keyed in, chose a table and spooned dinner onto paper plates. And then we bowed our heads, giving thanks for the food but also for more. Nine months ago things were different. Nine months ago… Continue reading Miles
Will be
I paid some $17 for the dress I would get married in. It was left over from prom. Periwinkle blue. Clearance. We had reserved this quaint courtyard at a resort here in the desert. Picture a luminary-lined, low adobe wall. Starlit sky above. Flagstone beneath our feet. Warm desert air after sunset. There was to… Continue reading Will be
Dance the tides
When I woke up on this day nine years ago, the tap of raindrops hit steady against the window. Good luck for a wedding day, so they say. The water that rained down last night, on the eve of our anniversary, was a different kind indeed. The water softener has been acting testy. He went… Continue reading Dance the tides
Things that go bump
Mom’s have an ear for cries. We can tell tired from hurt from sad by the pitch–the peaks and dips in wails or whimpers of the voices we know. I wonder, then, why my husband hasn’t yet learned the meanings of my pitch. I have an urgent summons. It’s reserved for bloodshed of one kind… Continue reading Things that go bump
lucky girl
About a month ago, I noted that one of my goals for 2013 was to makeover my blog. Here it is, February 4th and I can check that block. If you’re viewing this post in a reader you might want to click through and take a peek at my new digs. I rather enjoy the… Continue reading lucky girl
Rebel love
I wake up flat on my back. My eyes unsuccessfully search the ceiling for something familiar. Despite the hour, thunder rolls and there is the faint tap of rain against the hotel room window. I reach across the sheet and find his hand. “It’s raining,” I tell him. “That means good luck.” With total disregard… Continue reading Rebel love
Through his eyes
Bring me your lips, I say each night. And he does. He brings them softly to my forehead, lingering for a second to breathe me in. Don’t sleep at me, I tell him. He sighs, but I can hear the smile behind it. He cuts the fat from chicken breasts because he knows how the… Continue reading Through his eyes
We started a list
We set aside three days each work week for what we call “mommy daddy time”. We turn on a thirty minute program for the littles and then we sneak out to the front porch, wine glasses in hand. The moment we sit down there is an audible exhale, each of us breathing out a sigh… Continue reading We started a list
wedding cake {a giveaway}
**Congratulations to Melinda J, the winner of Wedding Cake for Breakfast** I didn’t have a wedding cake. Instead, we opted for a dessert reception to include eclairs and chocolate-covered strawberries. Oh. And there was wine. Of course there was wine. The morning after our wedding, Jeff and I joined up with my family and traipsed… Continue reading wedding cake {a giveaway}
The Secrets I Keep
Sometimes he catches me–when my eyes linger too long–and there comes over him a shy grin and I know he knows. The demons can be shifty with their smoke and mirrors but when he catches me it all comes back. More often than not there are vegetables to chop and children to bathe and chores… Continue reading The Secrets I Keep
still got it.
Some wives know because, tonight, they’ll be met at the door by a roses-clad mister. Or maybe it’ll be dinner somewhere with tables covered in cloths and candlelight. A velevet-y box of truffles. A little blue box. A gift out of the box entirely. No boxes ’round here. My mister called from work this morning. … Continue reading still got it.