Pole Beans

The boys have been playing catch and frisbee on our walks around the house in the afternoons. Lately when Thing2 reaches for a deliberately off-trajectory frisbee, it seems as if his feet barely have to leave the ground for him to grab it out of the sky. The boys adjusted to living apart when Thing1 left for school and then adjusted again when he came back for the quarantine, but, as Thing2...

Rearranging Life

RearrangementsThing1 returned home from college today, saddled with the knowledge that he won’t be going back until September. He’s in the same boat as millions of other college kids around the country who are rearranging their futures right now. Thing1 has spent the past few years rearranging his future thanks to his chronic illness, but this is the first time that a nationwide phenomenon...

What Next?

This time last year, I was holding Thing1’s hand as he recovered from major surgery and navigating an unwanted gap year. I was still working at home, and Thing2 was still getting his feet wet in middle school. They were the center of my world and the center of my life, and I thought I knew who I was - a mom, writer and artist. The last twelve months, however, have changed all of that. When I...

Winter Warrior

We woke up to about a foot of snow this morning. this time last year I was at work at home mom, and The news of a snow day what are you meant sleeping in for an extra hour before logging on for work. This morning, however, my new life as a teacher at a residential school where snow days just don't exist meant the alarm was set the night before for 5 AM. call cement rediscovering a slightly more...

Full Circles

I'm taking a step back from oil painting in October to participate in Inktober. It's a good time to do some drawing, and, anyway, my studio is about to be torn apart as I claim a larger space. Today's prompt is "ring." I'm sitting in one part of a ring -- on the couch with the Big Guy as I draw. I'm trying to get Thing2 to do Inktober with me, but he's over at the piano teaching himself the...