Tag: grandchildren

Why Not Friday Round-Up

Why, Arizona can be a question or a place depending on whether you use a comma. The first time we came through “town” I saw the official sign for Why that included when it was established and how many people live there. So the… Continue Reading “Why Not Friday Round-Up”

My Field of Dreams

It’s a ballet of sorts. Maybe you’ve seen a guy, the last guy to leave the ball park, maybe he put his glove down and picked up a ball and bat and then tossed the ball high in the air and as it came… Continue Reading “My Field of Dreams”

Devil’s Lake

I want them to go up high I want them to choose their steps I want them to see the slippery rocks But step on them anyway I want them to grab trees they trust But pass by the weak branches I want them… Continue Reading “Devil’s Lake”

Sorority Sister

Originally posted on Red's Wrap:
Tuesday night just as the youth choir sang the first few bars of the Star Spangled Banner, after I’d drunk down an inch of my Miller Lite, and before the Milwaukee Brewers took the field to lose what…

I Lost the Rule Book

When she’s here, I make a bed on the floor next to our bed by stacking comforters and pillows. I turn down the blankets and put a stuffed animal on the pillow and my nine-year old granddaughter climbs in and goes right to sleep.… Continue Reading “I Lost the Rule Book”

I’m Glad the Piano Didn’t Fall on Them

It was my big fear. That my twin two-year old grandsons visiting from California would immediately head to the space under our baby grand piano and the piano, sensing that there was life beneath it, would become feeble and weak, and that one or… Continue Reading “I’m Glad the Piano Didn’t Fall on Them”

It’s What Happens Next

The alarming thing about wanting people to step up is that sometimes they do just that. When that happens, everything that was set in place to accommodate their resistance to stepping up gets jumbled. All of the adjustments, in-fill, sacrifice, work-arounds, the vast repertoire of excuses and overlooks… Continue Reading “It’s What Happens Next”

The Airplane Window

On my way home from San Diego last night, I stared out the window of the plane for two hours. The cabin was dark with only a few tiny lights on, many empty seats. And silent, no whispering conversations or headphone spillover, no babies crying… Continue Reading “The Airplane Window”

Everything’s An Accident But This

A lot of life is an exercise in the improbable.  You marry someone because of that look. You buy a house because the seller is desperate.  You get a dog because it seems like a good idea at the time.  You adopt a child… Continue Reading “Everything’s An Accident But This”

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