(on our 11th wedding anniversary) 1. He crawls into bed each night, pulls the covers up to the bridge of his nose, closes his eyes and lies there on his back in quiet solitude breathing deeply. Then he throws back the covers, turns on his bedside lamp and grabs his book. I call this his … Continue reading 20 Things about My Husband
If you listen to either your mother or Tim Ferris, you made your bed shortly after rising. If you did not make your bed upon rising, do the following: First, shake out the prior nights dreams (or nightmares) from the twisted sheets. Second, make the bedding sleek and straight with sheet corners meeting comforter corners. Third … Continue reading How to Crawl into Bed Each Night
My twins look up at Kyle. They have shy smiles and occasionally duck their heads, cast their eyes down and hunch their shoulders, as they flicker between pride and embarrassment. Julia reaches up and gives a gentle tug of Kyle’s dark blue silk tie. Sean shifts his weight from leg to leg. There is so … Continue reading Daddy
A lonely alley ran along the back of our dilapidated Eugene rental home, and my brother and I would spend hours riding our bikes up and down the dusty strip, our ankles caked in grime by the end of the day. I'd lean over the handlebars and pump my short legs with determination but my … Continue reading My First Crime
I didn’t see him approach. My head was turned in the opposite direction, my neck craning to see Alicia Keys on the jumbo-tron. Two trees, a building corner and a half million people stood between me and where Alicia spoke on stage. I was cold from standing still, wishing my fingerless gloves had fingers. My protest sign … Continue reading Learning How to Spell Fascism
