Oh friends, May has not been a good month for writing Ditties. It has been good for other things, though. And for the sake of balancing my sometimes hectic (always laughable) life, I have had to put this blog on the back burner, so to speak. But it has simmered long enough back there and [...]
A breeze stirs the leaves that dance above our heads, And the sidewalk turns to water As the shadows float from one grassy bank to the other. We sit there, staring, rosy from our adventures in the sun, Watching as the sunshine and the gray Take turns splashing up onto our toes.
Steam rises up and the crisp smell of cotton fills the room like sunshine. The iron hisses as it slides down bright blue sleeves and then clicks against small white buttons, glossy with spray starch. With a single swipe, dark wet folds transform into long and light creases. A laundry room magic act. And then [...]
Several months ago Micah started talking constantly about a boy at his preschool. It seemed they had a lot in common, these two. They both loved Star Wars. And Legos. And animals of all sorts. They played together on the playground and sat by each other at lunch. Micah would come home every Monday, Wednesday [...]
I don’t know why really, but lately I just can’t wind down at night until I’ve had a cup of Quiet Time Tea. It helps soothe my throat (which has been brutalized by this insistent cold) and slow my brain (which is replaying the day inside my head despite my vehement protests). And it is [...]
I’d like to say that lack of time has kept me from my daily writing. That I’ve been buried by work and family obligations and have just now dug myself out. That this stubborn cold virus has been nagging me and dragging me down. That sleep has become a most precious commodity. Too precious to [...]
You bent to investigate a roly-poly bug today, Tucking your chin to your knees and exposing the nape of your neck. Golden brown hair brushed the tender skin there. You stayed crouched and still, studying the little bug crawling between your fingers. I knelt to get closer, To breathe this perfect picture into my lungs.
Sparse yet sparkling words, Hand-picked for their elegant economy, Mark my Happy Homecoming.
It was standing room only in Ms. Spencer’s classroom for the December Senior class meeting. Gregory stood up at the front, ticking through agenda items one by one. The Senior Class Picnic would be May 29th at Kaitlyn’s family farm. Check. The Prom was set for June 5th in the Community Hall of High Ridge [...]
It turns out spending the fall researching couches was not at all exciting. I had homework and cross country and chorale to worry about. Not to mention college applications. So comparing prices and fabrics and coordinating pillows did not particularly thrill me. Grace, however, got a big kick out of it, as did my mom. [...]
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