What can YOU say in six sentences?
I was going to write about counting American flags along the highway and missing my exit, about how I see my mother as Elizabeth Taylor mixed with a Bonnie Raitt song, but I keep coming back to HoW.
I recall a zillion starry moments in North Carolina that had us laughing or crying, the heart we passed around, how I missed all the dancing until the last day when music poured from the windows, around the porch, through our green cocoon; it was our own Big…
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The automatic air freshener is an off-white cylinder on the wall, inconspicuously mounted behind a public bathroom door, a too-sweet citrus smell that reminds me of disability because it comes from a ten-storey doctor's office that provides occupational therapy, a revolving door of sickness and health, of simple colds and cancer, of old amputees and children with sensory issues.
It's sold in a small shop in Richmond -- "Texas Cowboy", a gentle but masculine scent that feels…
ContinueAdded by Teresa on February 25, 2012 at 9:00am — 10 Comments
Some say that phantom fiddle music can be heard near the Brazos River in the late fall season, that the former site of the jail house and slave auctions is haunted by those who died there, but all I hear on Morton Street are baleful train whistles and the Beatle's Let It Be from Lanie's small cafe'.
Eager to give another history lesson, Lanie tells me over iced tea that The Italian Maid Cafe' was once the historic First National Bank, that in the 1830's the…
ContinueAdded by Teresa on February 20, 2012 at 11:30am — 9 Comments
In the dream I dig away endless fields of dandelions.
A voice asks who you'd be without them.
I picture a future where the weeds never were, where you marry and grow a son to love as I have.
I meet you there, a future never planted and you're taller than I imagined, stronger than your father, and you tell me not to worry, to make healing tea from forgotten flowers, to dance as the weightless pappus born to trust.
You say a single flower can set another…
ContinueAdded by Teresa on February 15, 2012 at 7:30am — 9 Comments
As you pour dry roasted peanuts and fruit cocktail with extra cherries into Siggi's Icelandic style Skyr strained non-fat strawberry yogurt, you remember you're out of 2% lactose free milk, Buf Pufs and toilet paper.
A few expiration dates come to mind: 3/28/12 on the Greek style hummus which you remember because it's your youngest son's birthday and 3/12/12 on the Cage Free eggs, which reminds you that you have one kid out of school next Friday and both out the following…
ContinueAdded by Teresa on February 12, 2012 at 10:00am — 12 Comments
What the principal of St. Cecilia Catholic School said over the phone reminded me of the principal in Forrest Gump, the one Mrs. Gump "entertained" in her bedroom so Forrest could attend school in spite of a low IQ.
I saw actor Sam Anderson's face as Principal Gleason spoke, but sleeping with him was out of the question and by the time we hung up I no longer wanted my son in Gleason's "Classical Catholic School" -- whatever the hell that means.
My son…
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Original letter (written phonetically by my kindergartener):
Der toth farey,
tare is a toth undr my pilow. I no that you do not no tat. the bag havs the toth in it.
love Victoria
Interpretation:
Dear Tooth Fairy,
There is a tooth under…
ContinueAdded by Teresa on February 6, 2012 at 3:00pm — 11 Comments
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