Monthly Archives: March 2013

Rights to an Uncertain Pod

When Christy left at the end of October—when we thought the leaving was permanent—there were several hours between the time she left and the time her big white Pod followed her (those crates that are packed up, picked up, and shipped off to designated locations). In the two days before she left, I would drive up behind its open door to bikes and furniture, saws and garden tools, all belted into place for safe travels. But here, now, it sat sealed, locked… fallen leaves kicking at its sides on winds of finality. Continue reading

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A Story As Yet to Tell

I spend many a Saturday morning at my favorite little coffee dive in Denver seeking stories. Stories of gardeners and parents, of nurses and mixologists (looking for that perfect rosemary cocktail if anyone has suggestions), of environmentalists and spiritualists, stories of courageous transgendered youth and adults, of young lesbians and, eh hem… those more mature. It’s humbling, opening to that sea of human experience, only to find that my own story is at once unique and not-so-very original. Continue reading

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A Generational Divide

It was a reunion of sorts. Back in the early 90s, before children and divorces and career changes, we were a group of friends who met every Wednesday night at a local dive to drink beer, eat cheap appetizers, and generally celebrate making it over the “hump” of the week.  But in the wake of early-morning feedings, followed by soccer and play practices, then band and track and school projects, the tradition disappeared. So this past November, one of the original members requested a reunion. Continue reading

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On Bumper Stickers and Acorns

My 5th grade Sunday School teacher called them “wordy dirds,” and when my babies were little, I tried hard, for obvious reasons, not to use them. But once in a while, events got the better of me, and out they came. Continue reading

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