CHILDHOOD

lately
  I’m slowing down to take it all in.
or {this moment} — I couldn’t decide: the outdoor classroom
{this moment}: A Friday ritual. A single photo capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor, and remember. (inspired by soulemama)
{this moment}: “Olive, were you in mommy’s purse?”
{this moment}: A Friday ritual. A single photo (or group of photos) capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor, and remember. (inspired by soulemama)
{this day}: playing outdoors after three days of rain
{this moment}: A Friday ritual. A single photo (or group of photos) capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor, and remember. (inspired by soulemama)
a snack-time haiku
three gummy bear rows sticky, almost gobbled up preparing for war.
three.
Or “phree,” as you might say, holding your three fingers high in the air, as if to warn the world before you, “I’m coming!” And the world ought to prepare, Olive, for what’s stirring up
seven.
Seven years, Burke? Could it really be seven years since I held your new six pound frame, so fragile and unknown to me? Is it that possible for seven years to now stand between me
“Mom, can I be a dancing girl, even when I’m a grown-up?”
All is quiet. But I hear it approaching, her spirit and body tapping on the earth. Smiling toward her toes, she already knows awakening is coming. She leaves her chair to be alone, swaying with
{this moment}: “I see you, Nina!”
{this moment}: A Friday ritual. A single photo capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor, and remember. (inspired by soulemama)