Posts Tagged: relationships

Road Trip (Stop To Think)

I love a road trip: an open highway, the hypnotic hum of tire against tarmac, a trip so long I forget where I’m going or where I’ve been. Paradoxically, while catapulting down the highway, I am forced to stop and

Road Trip (Stop To Think)

I love a road trip: an open highway, the hypnotic hum of tire against tarmac, a trip so long I forget where I’m going or where I’ve been. Paradoxically, while catapulting down the highway, I am forced to stop and

paper planes

When I was about 10 years old, I discovered a new state of mind. Or at least it was new to me. My mom, her boyfriend Tim, my brother Johnny and I were on a road trip in the Chevy

paper planes

When I was about 10 years old, I discovered a new state of mind. Or at least it was new to me. My mom, her boyfriend Tim, my brother Johnny and I were on a road trip in the Chevy

Heart-Shaped Island

I put my just-turned-six-year-old in the bath and went to make dinner. Twenty minutes later I went back to say hello. She, still able to stretch without bending her knees or touching the sides, lay straight and still with eyes

Heart-Shaped Island

I put my just-turned-six-year-old in the bath and went to make dinner. Twenty minutes later I went back to say hello. She, still able to stretch without bending her knees or touching the sides, lay straight and still with eyes

closer (#18)

We don’t touch while we’re sleeping. We move cautiously, careful not to disturb.  There’s an invisible line drawn down the middle of the bed and we lie there facing different directions like passengers on separate trains. It’s dawn when he

closer (#18)

We don’t touch while we’re sleeping. We move cautiously, careful not to disturb.  There’s an invisible line drawn down the middle of the bed and we lie there facing different directions like passengers on separate trains. It’s dawn when he

calling crows (#15)

The other day my 75-year-old father came for a visit. My father and I have always lived close by but we’ve never been close. After my parents divorced when I was 6, he remarried and started a new family.  I’d

calling crows (#15)

The other day my 75-year-old father came for a visit. My father and I have always lived close by but we’ve never been close. After my parents divorced when I was 6, he remarried and started a new family.  I’d

sounds like love (14th log of my friendship with crows)

The other day I heard a crow make a very strange noise, nothing like the usual long caw or the chuck-chuck sound or even the k-k-k-k rattle I’ve heard them utter.  This sound was soft and throaty, melodious, almost a

sounds like love (14th log of my friendship with crows)

The other day I heard a crow make a very strange noise, nothing like the usual long caw or the chuck-chuck sound or even the k-k-k-k rattle I’ve heard them utter.  This sound was soft and throaty, melodious, almost a

elevator

They’re on the elevator on the third floor, trying to get to the basement. He pushes the button for the lobby, realizes his mistake, and hits the basement button.  Only the lobby button lights up. She says, “That’s the wrong

elevator

They’re on the elevator on the third floor, trying to get to the basement. He pushes the button for the lobby, realizes his mistake, and hits the basement button.  Only the lobby button lights up. She says, “That’s the wrong

Dirty Parts (Revised)

Her father doesn’t like to get his hands dirty. He’s a perma-press kind of guy with plastic in his collar and a sharp crease down each leg. The palms of his hands are as soft as the leather-covered steering wheel in

Dirty Parts (Revised)

Her father doesn’t like to get his hands dirty. He’s a perma-press kind of guy with plastic in his collar and a sharp crease down each leg. The palms of his hands are as soft as the leather-covered steering wheel in

he needs me (chapter 27, part 1)

It was Isabelle’s turn in writing group this week.  She brought the final scene of her epic Greek erotic adventure in which all the characters come together for a final glorious orgy in the underworld, the penultimate happy ending.  But

he needs me (chapter 27, part 1)

It was Isabelle’s turn in writing group this week.  She brought the final scene of her epic Greek erotic adventure in which all the characters come together for a final glorious orgy in the underworld, the penultimate happy ending.  But

I Am Not Your Baby; I Ate Your Baby!

(For Kenyon, on her 11th birthday) When my first daughter Kenyon was born eleven years ago, I knew I was in trouble.  Or I should have known, if I’d read the signs. When the nurse took her over to the

I Am Not Your Baby; I Ate Your Baby!

(For Kenyon, on her 11th birthday) When my first daughter Kenyon was born eleven years ago, I knew I was in trouble.  Or I should have known, if I’d read the signs. When the nurse took her over to the

watching yourself cry (chapter 17, part 2)

The first time they separated was when Eleanor was one, still putting everything in her mouth and needing to be carried. Elle had been a curious child and it took at least two people to make sure she didn’t grab

watching yourself cry (chapter 17, part 2)

The first time they separated was when Eleanor was one, still putting everything in her mouth and needing to be carried. Elle had been a curious child and it took at least two people to make sure she didn’t grab