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Copper. Pennies. My most unique piano student with a brother named River. Copper gutters on my neighbor’s house turn a mottled green with the weather. The pennies in my loose change jar always have that metallic smell. One wonders how much grime they carry.
» Posted By rachelzana On 05.27.2018 @ 6:34 pm
In that font, the word misunderstanding is huge. And maybe it deserves to look that huge because it’s a word with huge reprocusions. Even a small misunderstanding usually leads to some kind of blown out of proportion problem.
» Posted By rachelzana On 05.20.2017 @ 8:59 pm
They know nothing of starving, but they think they are starting all the time, these children who deplete my refrigerator of apples and consume 15 bananas a day, per person, if left unattended in the mid afternoon. My chocolate milk is never safe. They sneak into the juice I’ve hidden to make smoothies. The peanut butter jar has been ransacked, again.
» Posted By rachelzana On 05.15.2017 @ 5:28 am
That teenager. She shocked me, with her disrespectful attitude, her slouchy body language, the mean words that glided out of her mouth with vengeance and malice. She was willing to tear everyone down, willing to blame everyone else for her situation, never ready to take responsibility for anything.
» Posted By rachelzana On 04.25.2017 @ 9:47 pm
Roasted. Toasted. The roast will be roasted and the house will smell of onions. What a stench! I’d like to roast my husband for his decision to make roast with onions. Toast. Roast. Roast. Toast. I think I’ll take the toast, especially since I hate the smell of roast at breakfast.
» Posted By rachelzana On 04.24.2017 @ 9:53 pm
She lit the torch and proceeded down the dark tunnel. Drips of water echoed on the stone floor. Dirt clung to the rock walls, and the air smelled metallic.
» Posted By rachelzana On 08.03.2016 @ 8:12 pm
I switched the magic shoes and they didn’t even notice. Ha ha! What havoc a villain can wreak with just one small gesture.
» Posted By rachelzana On 05.03.2015 @ 8:30 pm
Jacuzzi just seems like a sleazy word. Whirlpool sounds so much more classy. Hot tub sounds cheap. Any way, in the middle of the winter, swishing warm water is nice, especially outdoors in the cold air when there are no mosquitos.
» Posted By rachelzana On 04.12.2015 @ 7:47 pm
Soaring Soaring Soaring, Airplanes are soaring!
We zip around the room, arms outstretched, pretending to fly airplanes. Every child is a pilot, tilting wings this way and that, swooping in curves as their feet zoom around the big circle. The eyes of the elderly grandmothers crinkle as they watch.
» Posted By rachelzana On 01.10.2015 @ 10:10 pm
When someone comes for a visit, housecleaning is often required. Extensive housecleaning. The compartments in the silverware drawer are washed. The bedding is washed and changed for overnight guests. The floor under the furniture is vacuumed and washed down. Things are put away.
» Posted By rachelzana On 10.29.2014 @ 9:06 am
I flattened the cardboard boxes and threw them out into the big blue recycling bin, thankful that there were none of those frustrating, useless styrofoam packing peanuts inside. The peanuts always cause trouble. Sometimes I worry if I flatten the cardboard efficiently enough before I throw it in the recycling bin.
» Posted By rachelzana On 10.04.2014 @ 9:17 pm
I kind of wish this said fur suit. I think a fur suit would be much more interesting to write about than a pursuit. Can you just imagine a tuxedo made of fur? What kind of fur would be the most stunning fur for a tuxedo suit? While we are at it, maybe the man wearing the fur suit could be part of an adventurous pursuit.
» Posted By rachelzana On 09.08.2014 @ 5:15 am
There are spikes on my little one’s cleats, the ones that he is so excited to wear. Just in the last few days has he had a cleat to put on each foot. After excessive persistence, I was inspired to go up to the attic to find the missing cleat that matched that miscellaneous one, so now there is a pair. With one shoe for each foot, he is a joy filled child.
» Posted By rachelzana On 09.06.2014 @ 3:33 pm
I brushed her hair, the tangly hair that we can only brush when it’s soaking wet, seconds after she steps out of the shower. The hair is long, and it used to be curly when she was a baby, but now it’s just wavy. It snarls throughout the day and it snarls throughout the night. We used to pretend that the snarl bugs had a party while she was sleeping because she fed them cucumbers.
» Posted By rachelzana On 09.04.2014 @ 8:29 am
The terrain: rolling hills covered in sweet green grass, dotted with rocks. It was the rocks that were the problem. You had to know exactly where to drive the pick up truck so you didn’t end up crashing into a rock hiding in the tall grass. The path was never straight, and you couldn’t see which direction to drive most of the time.
» Posted By rachelzana On 08.26.2014 @ 8:35 pm
It wasn’t fair. The accusations. Her sister always spun a tale in her favor, and she always suffered the consequences.
» Posted By rachelzana On 08.19.2014 @ 10:58 pm
Her hair was unkempt, wild tendrils springing out in all directions, ratty curls frizzing here and there. It looked like she had been swimming in the pool and had forgotten to comb through her hair before she took a long, dissatisfying nap.
» Posted By rachelzana On 02.03.2014 @ 9:16 pm
Rewriting is a hard thing to sell to kids. They hate doing something twice. They never think they really need to change what they’ve written the first time. They can’t type, and that means writing everything again by hand. And revision is the same as editing in their minds.
» Posted By rachelzana On 10.09.2013 @ 7:40 pm
The crib is back, but we don’t have a use for it. While our neighbors used it we got pregnant, had a baby, raised a toddler and moved him into a bunk bed. There was, of course, supposed to be another baby, born before they even gave the crib back, but now there isn’t. The crib is in storage, so I don’t have to look at it.
» Posted By rachelzana On 09.28.2013 @ 12:45 pm
Those mirages, I remember driving in the car with my mother when I was a preschooler. The days were sunny, and looking far ahead, the highway seemed to lead right into the middle of a slough. A slough! A slough! I’d be so excited for the car to get closer to the sweet blue water, but we never did. Always we were chasing that patch of sky blue on the concrete.
» Posted By rachelzana On 09.26.2013 @ 7:21 pm
The flowers are still not blooming, the lillies out my window. Day lillies. The spring was slow, and just now their unopened flower buds are starting to grow up, reaching for the blue of the sky in midsummer, almost a month later than they normally open their bright orange petals.
» Posted By rachelzana On 07.28.2013 @ 3:07 pm
Passing by on his bicycle, he cussed loudly, not caring who heard.
» Posted By rachelzana On 07.23.2013 @ 9:44 pm
It’s good to be polite, to teach your children manners so that they can fake their way through life, hiding all their real frustrations behind a thick wall of niceties, stuffing all their emotions of rage down deep. It’s good that we learn not to throw tantrums.
» Posted By rachelzana On 07.19.2013 @ 1:43 pm
Why can’t it be grammar? Or grimmer? Or even glamour? Or just plain game?
» Posted By rachelzana On 07.15.2013 @ 7:41 pm
Balloons, so loved by my kids, such great fun, and without fail they are the source of such passionate arguments. Which balloon belongs to which kid? Where can the balloon be hid so that everyone else can’t find it to play with?
» Posted By rachelzana On 06.28.2013 @ 8:15 pm
Blamed. I blamed her. He blamed me. Nothing gets resolved and I’d rather just forget about all of it and pretend it didn’t happen at all. I’d like to go take a nap.
» Posted By rachelzana On 06.25.2013 @ 8:44 pm
Incomplete. That grade you don’t want to get because it probably means you missed a bunch of school and didn’t get your makeup work handed to your teacher in time. It’s that grade your teacher doesn’t want to give either. It means that she has more to correct, work to grade that others have already completed, and that leftover work messes up her whole paperwork system.
» Posted By rachelzana On 06.21.2013 @ 2:39 pm
Her braid was adorned with ribbon. Pink ribbon. And someone had stuck a few lilacs within the twists for good measure. The dress was fluffy and bounced as she tromped down the path. She carried a basket in one hand, and we all hoped her shoes didn’t get too muddy.
» Posted By rachelzana On 06.20.2013 @ 8:55 pm
Shells. Egg shells. How many can we throw in the compost bin before the compost just looks like crushed egg shells? We crack so many eggs in a week, and cracking is the coveted activity around here. Every little kid loves to crack the egg shell and wait for the ooze to drop out.
And of course there are turtle shells. And sea shells. And Clam shells, but we don’t see those very often.
» Posted By rachelzana On 06.19.2013 @ 8:39 pm
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The outdoor lights are strung out on the deck, zigging and zagging to and fro, filling the evening air with twinkling ambiance. Now if only the mosquitos and mayflies would disappear, we could enjoy the warm, quiet evening.
» Posted By rachelzana On 06.16.2013 @ 10:01 pm