This is what happens when an egg is forgotten in dye. Sometimes, forgetting something results in a perfection not expected.
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Why wasn’t she in one of my books as a kid?
It’s natural to look at the past of the United States and vilify it. This country has done horrific things and it is not the land of freedom we teach children to sing about. But, like any group of people, very few communities are all bad or all good. We’re human and with that humanity … Continue reading Why wasn’t she in one of my books as a kid?
Snowball tree.
I learned recently that these beautiful snowball flowers mean more than I thought they did. I've seen the tree they were plucked from come in and out of bloom for years now, thinking nothing of their origin. Long ago, this tree was just a potted plant, placed tenderly in the ground. It now stands tall, … Continue reading Snowball tree.
Not prepared.
I’ve been an elder at our church for over six months now and at times, I feel like I did when the nurses left the room and didn’t take my newborn with them. What? Why are you leaving me with this creature? I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m not capable. I’m going to mess … Continue reading Not prepared.
Rough draft.
I have so many rough drafts. Some might suggest that this is evidence of my creativity, my imagination, my optimistic and hopeful thinking. Others might say these are signs of failure, inability to finish what I start, lack of motivation, missing focus and endurance. I think in reality, this is proof of both scenarios. Just … Continue reading Rough draft.
Contentment.
Small bed.
Clearly, she fits, or she has decided she does. Further proof that greyhounds are cats in dog bodies.
Frindle.
Years back, when I was first beginning to consider being a teacher, I was given a copy of Frindle. It’s a book about how we alter dictionaries over time, how we make words become words, and how language is magical. Language is history, a time stamp, an ever changing record that tells us who we … Continue reading Frindle.
Soylent.
We realized shortly after my first child was born that I had a tendency to forget to eat. This wasn’t an issue prior to nursing a baby. On demand feeding meant that I was in my recliner often and getting up to cook something for myself was sometimes not an option. If I wasn’t in … Continue reading Soylent.
A body in the river and a face on a billboard.
There is a billboard on the main road past our neighborhood. The face of a black man is gigantic, towering over the road. I’ve driven by this sign multiple times now, and I wonder how his family feels, knowing that his disappearance and death will likely remain a mystery. Their loved one went missing, later … Continue reading A body in the river and a face on a billboard.
Beka Tucker 