Tag Archive: red writing hood

Distracted

The line expands and contracts as I watch people come and go throughout the 8:00 hour. Busy hands operate whirling machines as they stir and whip up concoctions for patient and thirsty patrons looking for their morning fix. Some customers are in a hurry; smart phones in hand, exuding an “I’m busier than you” attitude while…

Mornings

8 AM again and my feet won’t stop from the moment they hit the ground. There are hugs and kisses and cuddles in between picking up, putting away and preparing for day ahead. Noise, chaos and laughter swirl around our kitchen and I realize I wouldn’t want it any other way. More kisses as Daddy…

The Perfect Playmate

Parents of an unruly two year old desperately seek playmate for their son. Applicants must be easy going, polite, capable of patiently waiting for their turn, can take “no” for an answer and always pick up their toys when asked. Assistance and guidance will be provided as needed. Interested parties are expected to challenge our…

Searching For Peace

Even though she hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep in days, she woke up before the sun. There were no more international calls to make or receive; all the details had been handled to the best of her ability, knowledge and strength.  The photos and music had been carefully selected and the difficult but necessary…

More

This was absolutely the last time was going to do this. The final time she would ever put herself at risk. She’d been lucky up until now. Very lucky. But, there were so many things she wanted. How could she give it up when merely entering the department store made her heart beat faster and…

Silence

It had been five years. Five years of old wounds, words left unexpressed, tears and pride. Five years with zero communication. No I hope you are smiling today text messages, no family photos were e-mailed, no three hour phone calls just because, no humorous you’ll always be older birthday cards or holiday greetings. There were…

If I’m Lucky

I am pushing 40 with both hands. 40. I remember when 40 was old.I’m not dreading growing old(er) all that much. I honestly don’t mind the numbers of years I am because I don’t feel a day over 33. I believe aging is both a state of mind and a physiological fact. Sure it takes…

Feeling Human

She had been waiting for this moment all day long. As soon as her husband walked through the front door, she wanted to run into their bedroom, lock the door and crawl into bed. But she waited. Patiently. She waited until after kissed her softly on the cheek, changed out of his suit and grabbed…

This Thing Has Got To Go!

My iPhone and I have a love/hate relationship and I think we need a little time a part. To put it mildly, our relationship has gotten out of hand. One of us is obsessed and the other could care less. The iPhone: a hundred different habit forming items all in one sleek package. What would…

Mysterious Ways

I could never have imagined that my parents would not meet my son. It didn’t once enter my thought process when I dreamed about having a family. In my mind, two sets of grandparents were always part of that equation. Being a parent without parents never ever crossed my mind. They should be here. My…