Writing Tag

Water to spare,  steel wool for cleaning Eyes alive, gums gnawing, teeth coming More than enough, opportunities for patience (through that striped item) Capturing the precious the messy Exercising the mind and taking a break Those fingers, fully formed since before she was born forever curious, grabbing, pinching, pulling Chubby digits grip, push, imagine The constant...

29 January, 2013 /

She had the best intentions. A morning devoted to her toddler. The toddler who had been renamed “The First Born” a week ago, when his little sister entered his house. Painting, coffee shop (fifty cent day-old muffins!), kicking balls, and swinging. She planned to remind him...

09 August, 2012 /

He loved fruit. Any mention of any berry sent him into a feeding frenzy. But not this morning. No, in fact, this morning, it was the berry that got him in trouble. Throwing bowls—or anything, for that matter—out of anger got him sent straight to a time-out. Sometimes, time-outs lasted...

17 July, 2012 /

We didn't expect to love the house as much as we did. We didn't expect it to scream our names in its design as loudly as it did. We didn't expect that meeting the home owners themselves could be so enjoyable. And we certainly didn't expect that Corban...

22 April, 2012 /

The boys still were not completely adjusted to the idea of sharing their daytime mother-figure with another baby. Mealtimes were a struggle. Naptime routines elongated. Even the happy-go-lucky playtimes were spent fighting each other for the only toy in the entire house they both wanted…at the...

01 March, 2012 /

The new eight-month-old in the house brought all kinds of insecurities to my seasoned toddler. It's only for a few weeks. Plus, it'll bring in a little extra cash. And it'll be good practice for when our new one arrives. So said my reason. But babies don't follow reason. Don't...

27 February, 2012 /

Today is Tuesday. But it wasn't until today that I read a blog post about a Friday activity. I don't want to wait until Friday. So I'm doing it today: writing for five minutes straight without editing. Topic: Five Years Ago GO. Five years ago. When you've only lived 25 years,...

01 March, 2011 /

They were really thoughtful in their (long) letter to me--telling me how distribution works and such. Then they used my zipcode to find a local store that carries their brand of hot cocoa. It was the Owens way downtown. Never tried that one before. So...

27 September, 2009 /

You see, I love their brand of cocoa. And really theirs alone. So I wrote the following letter. I hope it helps, so I can find cocoa again! But secretly, I wrote it because every time I write companies letters, they send me a free sample....

07 September, 2009 /

My Grandpa's Stories by Sarah "Sassapoo" Steele Some people knew my grandpa For his kindly handiness Or his laughter or his smile Or extreme adventure sense. But the thing that's blaring loudly In my mem'ry of my Pops Is the storytelling sessions We would get that none could top. There's that one about...

25 May, 2009 /
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