That morning when he woke us at 5:30 am, instead of sending him back to sleep “until the little hand is on the six,” I swept him up in the soft beige blanket and carried him out to the front porch rocker, where we shared whispers and giggles in the chilly pre-dawn air, watching the sun slowly rise to light the…
Category: One Sentence Stories
One Sentence Story – The Vigil
In body I attend class, kiss my children, type notes into my computer, prepare for the end of term, but in spirit I am sitting vigil with the already-grieving mother in the ICU, a tiny dehydrated hand in hers, the quiet hum of machines the only noise as the room grows dark around them (around…
One Sentence Story – The Good Day
You know your child has lived his day to the fullest when a full half hour before bedtime he climbs into your arms, still clutching the stuffed bear he caught at the day’s sunny, vibrant Mardi Gras parade, and asks “Mama, I go sweep?”
One Sentence Story – The Smile
A squinty-eyed newborn smile is an addictive drug for a tired momma. You may want to watch this with the sound on mute.
Husband's outta town
Wine and leftover birthday cake for dinner.