The Sounds of Silence

The Sounds of Silence

The sound of the fishtank makes me have to go to the bathroom. Other than that, the classroom is silent. I shift in my seat because I feel like something’s wrong. No. It really is quiet. Classrooms are never quiet. I pause. I look around. I take a sip of my...
Getting Angry at God for Easter

Getting Angry at God for Easter

There are moments when a mother looks at her child and thinks, “I messed up here.” The subject of God is one of them. God has always been quite good to me. I grew up in a community where everyone truly lived out the meaning of that word. No person suffered...

Superpowers

I look through pictures as I get ready to write. Coffee. Check. More coffee. Ready. Silence. For the moment. All things are in place. I pause a moment. I savor art running through my feed while my thoughts get ready to wake up. Sarah turns casual happenstance into...

Low on Wood (That’s What She Said)

I look at the pile. Dwindling. I have one more day. I’m obsessing. Must…get…more…wood. My husband said, “Let it burn out. It’s the end of March.” That’s not how I roll. Years in restaurants—I stock and rotate. Years in teaching—I plan weeks ahead. I’ll be out of wood...