In the Garden Room

In the Garden Room

March Slice of Life No. 13 I remember it well. It was a Saturday morning. Unannounced, he came into my kitchen. “Gramma, can you help me? I forgot I have to read a book for a project.” “Really. By when?” “Monday.” “Monday?...
The Grandma

The Grandma

March Slice of Life No. 7. An EM and EN Tale It is a motionless evening after a warm, uneventful August day. My daughter and I are sitting on her yard swing, chatting. Her youngest two are playing, in the manner that a 5-year-old sister (EM) and a 7-year-old brother...
You, Me, without Love

You, Me, without Love

I’ve said it beforeAnd it’s still true . . .I don’t know what I’d do without you. Happy Valentine’s Dayto the woman who isand always will bethe best thing thatever happened to me.–verse from my Valentine You know that moment when...
Evidence on the Box

Evidence on the Box

Slice of Life. I.I placed a plate of thin apple slices and salty tortilla chips on the table and sat down across from him. Sliding to the edge of his seat he stretched his legs downward until his feet touch the floor. Perched with just the right balance so the chair...
Kites

Kites

Poetry Friday. Today is National Kite-Flying Day. That’s what I just read. Hmmm… I’ve always associated kites with March winds. I wonder? And… last night I watched “Kite Runner.” I wonder now, was it scheduled to coincide with this...
Mike Nine Field

Mike Nine Field

Slice of Life. Sun and clouds have battled all day, but as evening approaches, the sun has won. There is no rain. This is significant on a May evening in Portland. We gather early at Harrison Park, finding our places on the familiar bleachers. Dark clouds are blowing...