Hands

I used to run my finger across the back of her hand to feel her soft skin as she read  Little Golden Books to me. Who knows what was on those pages, but I can still smell the powder she used each morning. I can hear the steady ticking of the cuckoo clock in the…

Backspace

My thumbs glided across the letters as I responded, “I’m ok, how’s your day?” in reply to my new friend’s inquiry as to how I was doing. My predictive text knew I’d answer this way…the way I’ve answered a thousand times.  This time, the text blurred through my tears. My finger hovered over the “send”…

I don’t need you.

I slipped and fell one day.  It was a windy, icy day in Chicagoland.  I had a 4 year old by my side. On one arm, I held a diaper bag, and my brand new foster baby in a car seat carrier.  In my other hand was a heavy bag of books and leftover craft…

Crushed

My sparkling eyed middle daughter flounced off the couch, twirled through the family room, and took a flying dance-leap up the double stair into the living room.  The crash that ensued as her foot caught the top step sent a silence over the whole house as we all waited for her reaction. The reaction found…

I am…

She doesn’t cross the threshold with a cultivated greeting, or polished small talk.  She doesn’t politely cross her legs while perching in an armchair across from me as my other friends do.  She bounces through my door and plops down on the ottoman where my leg is propped. Just close enough to rest her arm…

Do You See Me?

Of course, a tour bus driver dumped a full load of women at the door of the restaurant where I had been a waitress for the last 6 years.  Of course, both levels of our dining room were already full, with a line out the door.  Just another Friday.  It happened all the time.   I…

As soon as I knew, I wished I didn’t.

Quite by accident I stumbled across her secret.  I sure wasn’t looking for it, and definitely wasn’t expecting it. I really liked her.  The only reason I discovered it was because she had sweetly offered to help me with the beautiful foster children I love. Her warmth turned cold when I handed her the standard…

Go Let Go?

“Go let go” A simple phrase.  A whisper darted through my mind.  I shook my head to forget it.   Actually, I smirked at the weakness of the thought.  Let go?  No thanks. There isn’t one portion of coding in my DNA that makes that an option for me. I hold on.  I protect.  I achieve. …