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I learned to braid on a My Little Pony. An old-school one. She was blue, with stars and planets as a cutie mark, and a rainbow mane and tail. I would meticulously divide the tail into three parts. Red and orange, yellow and green, blue and purple, and braid and braid and braid.

» Posted By Another-Mom On 10.20.2013 @ 7:52 am


The instructor folded carefully; a valley fold. I copied. We turned and bent and folded up and down. Finally with a flick of the wrist, she had produced a beautiful origami flower. I had produced a mashed up ball of paper.

» Posted By Another-Mom On 10.18.2013 @ 6:08 am


It was a stampede – not of cattle or Black Friday shoppers. It was a stampede for books. Book lovers started lining up for the Library Book Sale every year – some in the wee hours of the morning. By 8:15 the line was 600 deep and growing. The anticipation as they opened the doors was palpable.

» Posted By Another-Mom On 10.16.2013 @ 8:05 am


It was like jumping out of an high-flying airplane without a safety net, this parenting thing. You just couldn’t predict a thing, except that you were going faster than was strictly comfortable.

» Posted By Another-Mom On 10.14.2013 @ 5:58 am


It was in the re-write that Jill remembered that she had forgotten everything. The dentist appointment yesterday, her anniversary two days before that… possibly most meals… But the first draft was done. She put it down, called her boyfriend, and took them out to Cafe Cher.

» Posted By Another-Mom On 10.10.2013 @ 6:32 am


Up and up and up and up and up the pines grow. Ponderosa pines, the high desert, smelling of spice and vanilla. I remember childhood moments, nose pressed into the trunks, wishing I could take the fragrance away with me.

» Posted By Another-Mom On 10.09.2013 @ 7:05 am


When I was six I decided that someday I would travel Europe, just me and a backpack. At 22 I sold my car and almost everything else I owned. I bought a ticket and a backpack, and some good hiking boots. And went.

» Posted By Another-Mom On 10.08.2013 @ 6:21 am


Down the gallery hall Jane slid, her shoes abandoned and her striped socks warming up from the friction. The museum was hers for the night, all thanks to overhearing that the security system was down…and that convenient large Chinese jar.

» Posted By Another-Mom On 10.06.2013 @ 6:35 am


The time had come to start with the planning and the making and the writing of sweet DIY tutorials on the blog. Of course, the tutorials can’t be published lest someone see their gift early…but they could lie in wait. When did writing crafting tutorials become a part of the festive season?

» Posted By Another-Mom On 10.05.2013 @ 6:08 am


I’m hoping for more time out in the woods. Mushroom hunting, wildcrafting, hiking, bird watching. Deep quiet. Deep peace. Deep connection. These are the things that come from moments surrounded by tall, tall trees. These are things I need, but forget about in the daily humdrum of life in town. More time in the woods.

» Posted By Another-Mom On 10.04.2013 @ 6:12 am


The tank was full and it was time to go. She wasn’t sure where she was going, but away. Eliza pointed her truck south because south seemed as good a direction as any, and she thought she could follow the geese she saw heading out in a perfect V.

» Posted By Another-Mom On 10.03.2013 @ 7:27 am


It was double distilled. Smooth, golden, smoky. Expensive. Hell, maybe it was triple distilled. That wouldn’t make a difference. She still didn’t like whiskey.

» Posted By Another-Mom On 10.02.2013 @ 7:03 am


It was stolen. The best kind of kiss. Out behind our old apple tree, she leaned in and kissed me on my cheek and I could feel my face blush – of course I didn’t know that feeling meant blushing. Then we returned to our dolls’ tea party.

» Posted By Another-Mom On 10.01.2013 @ 8:32 am


Wow. That word. It feels my days, my nights, and every breath and thought. At this moment, even with everyone asleep, the day starting quietly, it is all I am for this time in my life. Everything else is tertiary.

» Posted By Another-Mom On 09.30.2013 @ 7:01 am


It was like something at a circus, the way the leaves dipped and wheeled as they fell. They traced patterns, red, yellow, dark gold, orange… falling, falling, falling to a scattered pattern. They reminded me that indian summer was a mirage.

» Posted By Another-Mom On 09.27.2013 @ 6:27 am


It’s not about always agreeing. It’s about always being there. It’s about standing up and saying “I’ve got your back while you speak your truth.” It’s about showing someone different than you that you love and support their path. But it doesn’t mean you need to agree with them all the time.

» Posted By Another-Mom On 08.20.2013 @ 9:31 am


It was the days of peaked hats and veils, favors tied around a lance, and glittering armor. Days of hardship, toil, and serfdom, under towering castles of story and romance.

» Posted By Another-Mom On 08.14.2013 @ 6:52 am


The height of the old growth trees was beckoning me, leading my eyes up and up to the heavens. The possibilities were overwhelming…and I prayed. Because what else was there to do?

» Posted By Another-Mom On 08.13.2013 @ 8:22 am

The height of the old growth trees was becoming me, leading my eyes up and up to the heavens. The possibilities were overwhelming…and I prayed. Because what else was there to do?

» Posted By Another-Mom On 08.13.2013 @ 8:20 am

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