Crash

Growing up, we lived at the bottom of a big hill.  We would race down the hill on anything that had wheels – bikes, skateboards, rollerskates – then climb back up to do it again.  One time someone tried the same thing with his car, except it ended up parked against the tree in our front yard.

This is a story told in 55 words for G-man.

Delight

Anticipation and excitement mounted slowly.

I could feel it building.

It was hard to breathe.

My heart beat faster.

I trembled.

Just

Let

Go

I screamed.

I love rollercoasters.

This is a Sunday 160 for Monkey Man

Despair

She lay in bed, knees tucked to her chin, silently screaming in anguish.  She couldn’t stop the tears -- but the children must not hear her sobs.  She choked them back and buried her face in the pillow.  Later, after she recovered, she could only hope that the mascara stains on the pillowcase would wash out.  

This is a story told in 55 words for G-man.

Where Were You?

10 years ago I was 4 days from my due date, chasing a 22 month old, unpacking. We had moved into an old apartment in a new country. The tv went on late but stayed on.


This is a Sunday 160 for Monkey Man

Life 101

The last rays of summer sunshine beat down mercilessly -- it doesn’t feel like September.  I love spending the long lazy holidays hanging out with the children and part of me always dreads them going back to school.  This year is bittersweet: while they are learning life skills, I will be building a new life.

This is a story told in 55 words for G-man.