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i triked down the sidewalk. skinned-up, little legs spinning as fast as the tires on a car. i wore a pale, yellow sundress that was marked with grass stains. no bows in my hair. because i was a tomboy. a smudge of dirt was visible on my face underneath a sassy grin. my big brother was timing me by counting "one mississippi, two mississippi..." as i tore from one driveway to the next. all the way down to bobby johnson's house. i nearly crashed on the dare-devilish turn-around, but i had a... Read Full Story

i triked down the sidewalk. skinned-up, little legs spinning as fast as the tires on a car. i wore a pale, yellow sundress that was marked with grass stains. no bows in my hair. because i was a tomboy. a smudge of dirt was visible on my face underneath a sassy grin. my big brother was timing me by counting "one mississippi, two mississippi..." as i tore from one driveway to the next. all the way down to bobby johnson's house. i nearly crashed on the dare-devilish turn-around, but i had a... Read Full Story

"but what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?" - albert camus i sat across from her at lunch and pondered her question. "how are you?" she had asked. i smiled. i smiled wider. i shrugged my shoulders and cocked my head to one side. my smile grew wider still. "i'm happy. i'm just really, really happy." what can you say to a response like that? she smiled in return. we continued talking and time passed as quickly as it does when you're watching an... Read Full Story

"but what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?" - albert camus i sat across from her at lunch and pondered her question. "how are you?" she had asked. i smiled. i smiled wider. i shrugged my shoulders and cocked my head to one side. my smile grew wider still. "i'm happy. i'm just really, really happy." what can you say to a response like that? she smiled in return. we continued talking and time passed as quickly as it does when you're watching an... Read Full Story

i received the letter on a saturday. the saturday before memorial day. i would've called, but i knew the office would be closed over the long weekend. so i set the letter aside. somewhere it wouldn't stare at me like the menacing look of a headmistress. i kept busy. each time my mind would wander into the unknown, i forced it to detour to a more peaceful place. sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. i wish i could train myself better, my thoughts like a restless puppy in need of discipline... Read Full Story

i received the letter on a saturday. the saturday before memorial day. i would've called, but i knew the office would be closed over the long weekend. so i set the letter aside. somewhere it wouldn't stare at me like the menacing look of a headmistress. i kept busy. each time my mind would wander into the unknown, i forced it to detour to a more peaceful place. sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. i wish i could train myself better, my thoughts like a restless puppy in need of discipline... Read Full Story

there are so many things that are out of my hands. i don't like that. i like knowing the questions and knowing the answers. i like understanding what i'm dealing with and eliminating the undisclosed. i like to be able to exert some sort of control over my life and rely on this. but that's not always possible. i heard some news the other day. it came in the form of a letter. it's so strange how one minute you're trying to decide where to indulge your kids with a cinnamon roll while absently... Read Full Story

there are so many things that are out of my hands. i don't like that. i like knowing the questions and knowing the answers. i like understanding what i'm dealing with and eliminating the undisclosed. i like to be able to exert some sort of control over my life and rely on this. but that's not always possible. i heard some news the other day. it came in the form of a letter. it's so strange how one minute you're trying to decide where to indulge your kids with a cinnamon roll while absently... Read Full Story

"memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose." ~From the television show The Wonder Years when i close my eyes real tight, i can almost see my memories playing out in front of me, like sitting in the front row of my favorite movie. the color is crisp. the soundtrack - stimulating. i am lying on my back on a float. the sun is beating down. the waves rock me in a lazy fashion making subtle swishing sounds. and i am content. i play... Read Full Story

"memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose." ~From the television show The Wonder Years when i close my eyes real tight, i can almost see my memories playing out in front of me, like sitting in the front row of my favorite movie. the color is crisp. the soundtrack - stimulating. i am lying on my back on a float. the sun is beating down. the waves rock me in a lazy fashion making subtle swishing sounds. and i am content. i play... Read Full Story