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My Office. Sometimes, My Sanctuary. When Work is Rest One little phone call had ruptured our Saturday afternoon as surely as a needle sinks a bright red balloon, draining its helium like blood from a vein. We’d abandoned our plans and raced eighty miles to San Diego, where my mother-in-law lay in a hospital bed, […]
Wireless. August, 2011. Desperation and Wireless Communication I was only five the day my mother and I encountered the raving man downtown. He ambled towards us, sneakers soft-shoeing along the sidewalk, howling in indignation. He walked alone. “Mommy,” I piped, “Who’s he talking to?” Mom shushed me. He continued along towards us. Suddenly one alert […]
Helicopter. MCAS Miramar. October, 2009. Troop Movements Saturday we were choosing ice cream in the grocery store, enjoying the cool from the freezer, when my husband’s cell phone rang. I watched him answer, heard his voice grow thick and dark. “Where did they take her?” I tried to fill in the other end of the […]
> Grandson Cadence Pushing the Button to Take Us 500 Feet Underground. Hoover Dam, July, 2011. Inoculated With Faith I’ll never be a spelunker. Or a scuba diver. I’d rather remain on the earth’s surface, in the presence of fresh air. I don’t panic when I’m underground, but a faint anxiety wriggles within me like […]
Grandson Cadence Pushing the Button to Take Us 500 Feet Underground. Hoover Dam, July, 2011. Inoculated With Faith I’ll never be a spelunker. Or a scuba diver. I’d rather remain on the earth’s surface, in the presence of fresh air. I don’t panic when I’m underground, but a faint anxiety wriggles within me like a […]
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