Choosing Communion
A rush of memories poured over me – like the nine-year-old Emmali who served me a Cheez-It cracker and red Gatorade in a shot glass at home because I’d missed communion at church to tend to her younger sister who was sick…
A Driving Force
“Don’t embarrass me today.” Surely she was not talking to me. “Don’t shout that you love me when I get out like you did yesterday.” I guess she was talking to me.
Mascara at the Matinée
Grace made a grown-up decision to be a child for the afternoon. She’s been doing that a lot lately in this time between pretend proms with her junior high friends and presenting her case for why I should allow her to wear make-up for real. I gave in with one...Seven years of separation
(I wrote the following from my youngest daughter’s perspective. When she read it, she said “Spot on,” mocking her older sister who says this when she agrees with what I’m wearing or cooking.) Seven years is too far apart. It means I’m left here...
Addicted
My name is Lisa and I am a user…of words. I was a casual user in the beginning. All talk. Then someone pushed a No. 2 in my hand and a Big Chief tablet under by nose.