Slowly Melting

When I hastily set my empty coffee cup on the catalogs headed for the trash it caused an avalanche. The change I’d found the day before went flying.  I quickly set things right before Chase and I had to leave only to get a second look at the “ice sphere” adorning one of the covers.  I laughed at the absurdity of it. “What’s so funny?” Chase asked. “It’s not worth explaining,” I said as we got in the car. I pulled myself together and we started our drive to school

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Either Way

She snuck up behind me in line at Starbucks.  It wasn’t until I turned around that I realized it was a longtime friend and fellow tennis mom.  I was surprised three days before the Presidential election to see her any place other than canvassing neighborhoods.  This fall she’s been a faithful volunteer for the Democratic Party working hard to get the vote out.  Since politics doesn’t come up at tennis I’d never realized she was so involved locally. Usually we talk about our kids but today I had to ask

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Stay Out of It

He startled me with his comment.  It was dark so I hadn’t seen his face turn toward me before he spoke. “I’ll be glad when it’s over,” he announced. “School?” I asked since that’s where we were headed. “No the election,” he said. “Yeah me too—why what’s bothering you? “The kids that I sit with in art keep having debates. They get totally out of hand.” “Are you staying out of it?” I asked. “Oh yeah I know better. I told them they should stop debating and start creating.  That’s

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Judge Not

I was getting into my car with the chicken I’d bought for dinner when I spotted the penny on the asphalt buried by rainwater.  It was cold.  I got the shivers when I put it in my palm and it clanked against my ring.  The feeling of wanting to shake off the chill reminded me of the lady I’ve been thinking about all week.  A woman I’ve never yet she still weighed heavy on my heart. “Lord, would it have been any different if she’d bought chicken instead of steak?”

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Survivor

It was several weeks before I could work up the courage to talk to him.  I’d seen him leave to walk his dog and decided to head out too.  I was hoping we could walk and talk because I didn’t think I could look him in the eye.  The path that separates our houses was frozen by the early snow we’d had.  I was trying not to slip, cry, or hyper-ventilate while I was walking. My head was bowed.  I didn’t see him until we ran into each other.  Startled,

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A View From the Top

Monday afternoon when I landed in the doctor’s office with walking pneumonia I had a serious case of the blues.  Waiting at the pharmacy for my prescriptions I began to question whether I’d make it to any of the graduation activities on tap later in the week.  Mother’s Day and Confirmation Sunday were also in the mix and I’d made commitments for both.  On top of that I had a “To Do” list a mile long.  The penny I found on the way out did little to encourage me.  I

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Embarassed

I found him hiding in my closet under a row of dresses.  I couldn’t see where he’d gone while I was cleaning up after him.  It was hardly a mess but still not something you ignore.  When he saw me he laid down sheepishly.  He was embarrassed.  I sat down next to him and carefully put him in my lap to reassure him. “Buddy its okay.  Mama’s not mad.  You can’t help it honey.” I was fighting back tears.  It had been such a rough week with the dog.  A

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Inconvenienced

When the fire in my throat woke me up long before sunrise I was not happy.  I’d planned to get up early for Easter service but not that early.  I was equally frustrated by the fact that getting some ice for it would wake up the whole house.  Dog plus ice maker equals a normally cute scene but not at four a.m. I decided to tough it out and lay in bed until my alarm went off.  We’d agreed the week before to go to the less popular early service

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Autistic Dogs: The Alternative

Last week the Pioneer Woman unknowingly prompted a debate on Facebook amongst my family when my Dad posted a comment raving about her blog.  My cousin who is an accomplished food blogger had to reply.  She is not a fan of Ms. Drummond.  As the Food Editor for BlogHer she has more than one opinion about what constitutes good blogging. Our public disagreement cracked me up. Later, when I found a dime at the grocery store under a display of the Pioneer Woman’s cookbook I wondered what this was all

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Sticks and Stones

When I set the penny I’d found earlier in the day on my calendar I noticed that March 9th was Barbie’s birthday.  I had no idea! You’d think a California girl who lived in the shadow of Mattel’s headquarters would know this.  I should keep better track especially since I’ve been referred to as a Barbie more than once. Whether you grew up in Barb’s backyard or not almost every woman my age will confess to owning one of these world famous dolls.  Like boys and action figures girls and

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