“Hey, can I tell you something?”

At first, I learned to prepare for it. Later, I sometimes even looked forward to it. And now I’m going to miss it. “Hi, Miss Kristine!” The tiny girl voice wafts through the backyard before I even have both feet on my deck. “Hey, can I tell you something?” This is how the ritual has…

The time between door slams

The door slammed and I heard my sons’ voices fade into the night. I believe they were bantering about the World Series, and whether their hometown Cubbies or my hometown Indians should win. And then, silence. The dog looked at me and I at her, both of us at a loss. We are used to…

Wayfaring

Before I was truly awake and functioning this morning, I found myself stepping from a boat into the ocean off the coast of Maui. Relatively calm, with a bit of a southern swell, the water enveloped me like silk, bluer than the summer sky. I adjusted my snorkel mask and entered that silent underworld, the…

The silver-tongued devil in my life

On second thought . . . . . . the cliff diving was not such a good idea. When I was a teen, I went with friends to a local lake. This particular lake featured a cliff that people dove off quite regularly. I was at an age where anything that scared me was a…

Doors, windows and an open path

My walls are filled with doors and windows. By that, I do not mean three-dimensional wood and glass versions, but rather paintings and photographs of doors and windows. And paths. I did not purposefully fill my walls with these items. I think my subconscious did that for me, quietly and unobtrusively. When I realized there…

Jonesin’ for kismet

I have a friend who longs for some serendipity in her life. Don’t we all? But some of us seem to encounter kismet on a regular basis, while others lead more mundane existences, bemoaning the endless rounds of laundry, dirty dishes, work. Which leads me, on a lazy Sunday morning, to ponder. And you know…

Anne the Adventurer

I was in the middle of a river, walking in water up to my knees, mud squishing between my toes. Thanks to my sister Anne. If you know Anne, you know that this is not unusual. At any given moment, you might find her wading down a river, striking a kung fu pose in a…