Monday, December 11, 2017

Seeing Through the Mud

I once wiggled and climbed (and even waded) into the dark bowels of a cave in Southern China.


Looking back, I'm not entirely certain our excursion was "OSHA approved." Which is just my attempt at cleverly saying "safe." Dudes. I don't think it was safe.

For starters, we were given random, mismatched, ill-fitting military helmets to wear. (Eh?!) Our guide was like a poster boy of "DID NOTS:" Did not speak English. Did not have a pocket first aid kit. Did not have proper licensing or accreditation from the "Licenses to Go Into Caves" committee. Did not carry a map or a flashlight. And I don't recall him wearing shoes.

Sunday, November 26, 2017

A Sunday Drive and The Spirit of Gratitude

I fear James and I are becoming old people.

Photo cred: Aly Brooks photography
He gets grumpy when unfamiliar cars park outside our house ("I'm going to go turn the sprinklers on"), and I get tired before Late Night With Jimmy Fallon airs ("It's only ten? It feels like it should be midnight"). It's sad. We used to crank Beastie Boys in the car and jam! Now we turn the radio off because our children, clobbering each other in the backseat, are loud enough.

Sunday, November 5, 2017

Everything Is Exactly As It Should Be

I could tell something was off the moment I saw her.

Photo credit: catcherintheryephotography.com
She walked towards the car alone; her narrow shoulders slumped as if the weight of her fifth-grade-world sat upon them. Her head hung low and her hair shadowed her delicate face. She let her overstuffed backpack drop from her shoulder  as she opened the passenger side door. She sat down wordlessly, turned her face to the window, and sighed.

Sunday, October 8, 2017

In A Neighborhood I Loved; Thoughts On Tribes

For eight years I lived in a neighborhood I loved. 

Photo cred: catcherintheryephotography.com
I learned and grew on that street by a pond. I experienced the kind of magic you find in a tight-knit community that truly embraces what it means to take care of each other. 

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Honesty and E.L. Fudge

To my little Irish saint, Bridget,


My darling, as your doting mother (who feels the gravity of the responsibility of "raising you right" sitting on her shoulders), I must work to instill in you good and moral values. One of the most important of these is honesty; a value that cannot be underestimated. It is imperative for you to maintain your integrity. I want you to always tell the truth!