Are you trying to kill me, diva planner?
We are experts at hiding in adulthood. Remember as a kid when you were new to hide-and-seek, choosing the most obvious places, yet your parents played along anyway? I find it so easy to love kids because they are an open book. Why is it that as adults we pretend to be strong, yet lack … Continue reading Shiny, Happy People
She can recall the scene in impeccable detail, as it still replays in her mind like an old classic film. A happy clear evening was the setting of this particular romp through their favorite garden, crisp air inspiring running feet just ahead and barely out of mother's sight. Giggling, the girl raced around the bend … Continue reading Stranger
A text from Mom with just two words: Call me. 5:30 p.m. On a Monday? Uh oh. My finger hits the call button, awkwardly racing an imminent adrenaline rush. Not yet. Please let it be something trivial like my daughter's shoe size, after which I will let out a gasp and a "Don't do that!" … Continue reading Daddy’s Little Girl
Snapshot 2009: That Mr. Hyde countenance of disdain directed right at me, once again. I don't even call him by his name anymore...just 'Mr. Hyde', I realize. A familiar fear rushes through my body like so many times before, except this time it freezes like ice as I comprehend that it's finally over. I must get … Continue reading Flight School