My father’s shoeshine kit hearkens back to Sunday mornings when I was a child. He sat on the edge of the bed, his stocky frame sinking the mattress to the floor, and propping one foot at a time on the cedar valet, he polished his shoes, back and forth and back and forth. Sometimes, if […]
*not* for the faint of heart
On Monday morning, I faced the week with great courage. I put on a pot roast in the slow cooker, feeling amazing that *i*,WORKINGMOM, would have a great dinner ready for my family by 6. But, it was a Monday. The roast was perfect. The children, however, were fit to be tied. B, who is […]
The Anniversary of WildBillyElliott
Here is something I wrote to my brother, Billy, recently: I got your email about the 20 year anniversary of the motorcycle wreck. I’ve been thinking about it a lot – in the middle of the night and while changing diapers and folding laundry and driving to work. I just haven’t had time to respond. […]