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The Love Chronicles: On Being Wanted

I’m convinced my husband hates me. We talk about it late at night, me with my knees pulled into my chest, leaning against the pillows. He is there, sprawled across the foot of the bed on his stomach, his chin resting on his folded forearms. I use my hands when I talk, wide and sweeping, (Read More)

October 30, 2013 30
On Happily Ever Afters - Ashleigh Baker

On Happily Ever Afters

I tend to be an all-or-nothing person. I’ve told you this before, haven’t I? I speak in shades of always and never, “here’s the thing” and “there’s nothing I hate more.” John sent a sigh-laugh from across the kitchen recently. “You know, there sure are a lot of individual issues you hate more than any (Read More)

October 16, 2013 31

What I Won’t Tell You About My Ballet Dancing Son

When you ask him about sports, he’ll raise his blue eyes to mine and press his lips together. I’ll nod to assure him it’s safe, he’s okay, this isn’t the school lunch table where the kids can taunt. “I dance,” he’ll say. “Ballet. This year I’m doing hip hop and tap and jazz, too, but (Read More)

August 20, 2013 9

on summer vacation and a wannabe minivan

I didn’t want to be a minivan mom because, well, duh. Contemplating automatic sliding doors and the wide arm sweeps required to maneuver a gold or blue vehicle and its pointed nose into the school and soccer field parking lots makes me feel unnecessarily antiquated. I’m the young mom, right? Cruise control doesn’t fit into (Read More)

August 10, 2013 3

life stories: white bloomers and mesquite

Springtime in the desert was hot. So very hot. A wave of warmth each February tricked us into pulling last year’s t-shirts from plastic bins and we all talked of swimming. There was always a snap, the last hurrah of the winter wind, the weeks we were most likely to see snow. But spring – (Read More)

May 15, 2013 8

clouds like curtains

On warm mornings we slide up the windows, the front of the house open wide to a line of cars snaking its way into the high school parking lot across the road. The boys pull the blinds to the top of the bay window, the 7am sunlight on their faces as they watch John weave (Read More)

May 10, 2013 7