Just Write {148}

August 12, 2014

  The screen door would slam, bang! and then it would clap bang, bang, bang, bang, four more times, softer and softer, before resting behind him. He was heading out for chicken chores, gathering eggs and feeding the flock. Then he’d come back. BANG, bang bang bang…bang… He would wash the eggs and make himself some, set the rest to dry. He would come to the living room, wake the grand kids on the hide-a-bed with a kiss and a hug and a too-hard pat on the cheek. It was more like a slap but they never told him it hurt a little. There was so much love behind it, this boy and girl knew that he meant no harm. A bursting love sometimes causes a heavy hand accidentally. GOOD MORNING!! He would eat and listen to AM radio and then back out the door for more chores he would go, with less [...]

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The Cre8tive Escape

August 8, 2014

Almost everything I know I learned from other people. I think that’s the way God speaks the most, to me anyway. Even if you don’t really do the God thing, I’m sure you’ve noticed the way you learn from the wise people in your life. Sometimes it feels like we’re all walking around on some kind of circuit board and that current of electricity under us is keeping us going, all at once, connected and not and then connected again. You know that thing that happens, when you have someone on your mind and heart and then you see like three members of their family, or they call you just that same day, or you find out there is something big going on and you’re all, AH HA! That’s why! This circuit board is trippy, yo. I believe in these connections. I believe in a God that loves us a lot and keeps [...]

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Just Write {147}

August 5, 2014

Elsie had a fever. It came on fast, out of nowhere. She’s so strong, so feisty, a listless look doesn’t fit on her. But there she sat with her shoulders hunched forward and her eyelids heavy, her cheeks flushed. I felt her forehead and said uh oh, here we go. When she gets sick, she gets sick. There’s a good chance she goes so hard for too long, ignoring the discomfort of tired muscles, a sore throat or a headache, whatever her body is saying. That’s what most of us do. Until we crash. We do this in so many ways. So I held her in her bed and “kickled” her back, combed my fingers through her fever-sweaty hair. I sang twinkle twinkle, her favorite. Then her raspy whisper cut through the dark, I love you, Mama. I love you too, My Elsie. ::: First there was the boom-crash and then the tinkling [...]

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Just Write {146}

July 29, 2014

I was folding laundry, thinking, making piles. We don’t have a TV in any kind of way at this new place. It’s been almost two months in here and no one seems to notice. The kiddos have their iPad time and they call it good. They slip-n-slide and sidewalk draw and play some sort of terribly loud game in the basement with big plastic balls bouncing off the empty walls. They play with our new guinea pig, Butterscotch. They argue and fuss and fight, too. We had some kind of contraption hooked up to the Internet that would play us Hulu and Netflix but then it stopped working, so we stopped using it. No one seemed to notice. There are some things that you can pay more attention to if you fold laundry with no TV on. The sounds in silence. The way your body feels too tired to pick up even one [...]

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