There are chickens in my basement. Free-Basement Chickens, my husband calls them. Well, not really chickens. Eggs. In an incubator. Growing into chickens. We hope. Because if this experiment fails, if these eggs don’t hatch, we are going to have one broken-hearted little boy on our hands. It’s universal how parents have to share our…
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Scrambled Me
One person’s Humpty Dumpty is another person’s omelet. In 400 words or less, write about a time when something was irrecoverably broken and the ensuing scramble. I wanted to write a post in response to this prompt for Write on Edge. It’s a great prompt. But I was stuck. Nothing was coming. I’m dealing with a breastfeeding…
Five Minutes in the Car
“Mama, where are we going?” “To our friend’s house, baby.” “I don’t want to go there.” “Why not?” “Because I don’t want to.” “But why, honey?” “Because there are too many toys there, Mama.” “Mama, is that my school?” “No, baby, that’s a building.” “What kind of building?” “I don’t know.” “What’s it called,…
An Owl’s Perspective
This week, the editors at Write on Edge asked us to prepare a piece personifying an object in our lives, to tell part of our story. I present “An Owl’s Perspective.” This family needs me. I can see the exhaustion in their faces. It’s a common story. New baby arrives. Parents are up all night….
Title and Tagline
This week, the editors at Write on Edge asked us to come up with the title and tagline for our lives, or a part of our lives. I struggled with this. After all, how could I sum up my life in a title? Everything I wrote seemed trite. Flippant. Unworthy. Until I realized that I…
