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Category Archives: emotion The days the digital weatherman tells me are going to be full of rain and thunder and lightning… I kind of look forward to those days. Sometimes I hunker. I stay inside, wear sweats, bake yeasty things. Or I go out, not particularly fussed about my hair, Because we all know what’s going to happen...  Not that trying on a dress is something all that unusual [1], but this thing happened to me when I did it this week. Here’s the dress, above, photo courtesy of CAbi clothing. If you can’t see it, I’ll describe it to you in my high-fashion vocabulary [2]: it was green, and silky-ish (some... April wanes and life carries on. We watch The Incredibles on Sunday evening, eating Italian Popcorn and writing thank-you notes (which none of us are actually good at, but we try now and then). Kid 2 stretches her knee out of its brace, using my long-neglected exercise bands. We feel grateful for the things —... Boston. Texas. More Boston. And the things right here, inside my tiny world. When your heart is so full that it nearly bursts, How do you breathe? Where do you put it all? Yesterday afternoon, in a soaking freezing spring rain, I sat alone in a wet stadium chair and watched 30 minutes of Kid 2′s track meet. I watched kids run their guts out in 100 meter increments. I watched them pump and stride and hustle past. I was proud to be there, proud to know so... Remember how I was talking a little while ago about kindness, and how it’s sort of always the answer? I remember that, too. I want you to see this video, but remember me and linkablities? I have issues. Anyhow, here is the YouTube address for the loveliest message. It’s by the Cleveland Clinic, and technically... When my Kids were little, I heard my brilliant sister say these words to a starting-to-melt-down toddler (hers, not mine) : “You don’t have to worry about that. Just worry about breathing in and out. That’s your job right now.” And I went, “Huh? You can say that to a kid?” And then I hugged... You know when your laundry goes in with a tissue in a pocket and everything comes out with a scrim of fuzz in every crease and fold? Or when you shovel your snow carefully to the sides of your driveway and it looks so pretty until it finally warms up, and then there’s the graying,... |
