On Memoir
Two new memoirs are starting to creep under my skin.
What the Rastafari Taught Me About Gratitude
With Thanksgiving approaching, I remember how the Rastafari taught me to give thanks.
Last Breath
El que niega la muerte, niega la vida. (He who denies death, denies life.) — Octavio Paz Yesterday the last leaf fell from our maple tree as my grandmother succumbed to a long sleep. She is between worlds now, purring like a kitty cat. Fall catches us in a bed of vermillion and rust to […]
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Is it Possible to “Mom” Too Hard?
Is it possible to “mom” too hard? Momming too hard looks like being pulled between my desire to work additional hours, because it’s easier than breaking up yet another fight & unleashing my inner Krakken because they snuck into the chocolate once again and cracked the passcode on the iPad, versus the guilt I feel […]
The Fire Starter
He crept in quietly, like a chameleon. His lingering kisses took me on a voyage, told a story, with crescendos and denouements. Usually he chased the sun in one of his rebuilt engines or on one of his many motorcycles, but he hit the brakes when with me. Smooth, I thought he was water. But […]
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Time in the Woods
Time In the woods Does not go by appointments Or schedules or to-do’s– Time goes by the Lengthening of shadows, The quickening of the breeze, The warming of the sun, The melting of the ice. Bellies rumbling, Freckles encroaching. Time is not sand through an hourglass– It is sand eroded off the riverbank, The falling […]
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Morning Meditation
In the morning, we take our paddleboards out over sleepy Auke Bay, still peaceful in her slumber, before the whale watching boats stir her up. The water is so clear you can see the bottom of the ocean. The gentle sun, low on the horizon, warms the salty air. For a moment I worry I […]
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The Real Reason Your Friends Post So Many Pictures of their Kids Online
For a parent, there’s only one other day as dreaded as Halloween, and that’s School Picture Day. I know are probably thinking, What could be more terrifying than having to sew the perfect Minecraft Enderman outfit in time for the Halloween candy crush, only to be followed by red dye psychosis and a visit to […]
Fair Shenanigans and Rogue Ferries
Sometimes I wonder if life is really an alien experiment to see how we humans react. The beginning and middle of our adventure was ridiculous, so there was no reason it shouldn’t end in shenanigans. The first time my four year-old ran away at the Haines Fair, we discovered her in the bouncy house. Later […]