medial // caesura

His almond eyes saw lies—master of praxeology--  felt the violet writhing, in air lemon-fresh. He uncovered the giant specter who hacks away to disturb the dissimulation I wear, an ostracon large enough to hide the haunting, but with words enough to belie the charade. Fire the kiln, Dig up the carob root, I need a new guise and caffeine-free chocolate.   Written for Shawna's Monday Melting at rosemarymint:   the ten words, carob, root, fire, violet, lemon, disturb, almond, writhe, specter, and hacks.

One day after school this week, my middle son ran out to the yard to check on his sapling.  There was nothing left but a small bit of trunk.  My youngest squeaked excitedly, "A squirrel ate it!" and proceeded to gnaw on his brother's leg to demonstrate the squirrel's lunching habits. "Oh no!"  I exclaimed to my crying son.  "Your daddy mowed it!"  I was shocked at my husband's oversight, but I should have kept my revelation to myself.   My words made the tears come even harder.  Why had I not just gone along with the squirrel idea?  It would have been so much easier had I let him imagine giant squirrels gnawing down the young tree. Often my honesty wearies me. Today I took my boys to the park--it was a gloriously beautiful bright azure sky and cool Spring breeze kind of day.  We had pizza, Gatorade and Capri Suns and met some friends, and the little boys had a blast ( one thousand gift #67:  having fun at the park under the best of blue s

Today Ben asked me to sing him a lullaby before his nap.  I croaked out a few words, but had to stop.  It wasn't pretty.  I promised that I would sing to him soon.  "What did you say. . .soon?" he asked gingerly.  "Yes, soon.  Not yet, but soon, I will be able to sing to you like I used to."  I reassured him. "But what if your voice doesn't come back?  What if you can't sing anymore?"  he asked. "It will and I will."  I insisted. Reasoning with his intuitive four-year-old mind, he said satisfactorily, "Soon. . .that means you don't know when, but it will." Then after he lay his head on his pillow, he said, "Does God get mad?" I was not sure where he was going with this question.  Did he think God was punishing Mommy by taking her voice away? I said, "Yes." and without thinking first, I went on.  "In the Bible, it says that God is a jealous god.  He wants us to love him more than any

PHYSICAL BACKGROUND   After being in bed with the flu almost a week and going on day 11 with no voice, I finally went to my primary care doctor yesterday.  And I have bronchitis.  He gave me a mega-dose steroid shot, along with antibiotic and oral steroids, and promised I'd be talking by today.  He asked if I had ever had any negative reaction to Prednisone and I replied, "No, well, actually I can't sleep much and feel a little crazy when I'm on it, but that's normal when taking those, right?"  It's the day my voice is to return, but no voice yet at only 6:24 AM which seems early except I have been awake since four! SPIRITUAL MINDSET  I'd just finished a fantastic morning Bible study from a book on the Psalms written by Kathleen Nielson (getting to hear her speak a couple of weeks ago one thousand gifts #53 ). My assignment for this morning is to read Psalm 37 and write down five observations.  Read it through several times, aloud at least one tim

Pre-order your copy today to read my story about my D-man:  http://www.amazon.com/Chicken-Soup-Soul-Caregivers-Sacrifice/dp/1935096834 Can you tell I am just a little excited about getting published!?!?!