No Worries

When you’re 12 weeks (or is it 13?) you know you’re alright. Or, almost alright. You can now tell more than your mother. You can tell your friends, your coworkers. The risk of miscarriage is no longer high. The risk of facing those who know such horrible news, if the worst is to happen, is…

After All, it is Morning

“Shh. Mommy’s sleeping”, he tells the boy. My baby. Although I must stop calling him that. “Big” he answers when I ask if he’s big or small, even though I am always expecting him to choose the 2nd option. “Leave mommy alone. She wants to sleep.” But the footsteps are at my door. The baritone…

35:36.4

Lap 1: I Am Lets-Do-This-Stephanie. I start my run as I always do, feeling no more a runner than I did when I first attempted to become one last May. I start at a pretty good pace. 1:01.3 Lap 2: I am Not-A-Runner-Stephanie. For some reason my calves hurt. They don’t usually hurt anymore. In…

His Last Visit

C’mon, let’s look at the big rocks.” She says hoping to pull his attention away from the small rocks he was focused on. Nearly 2 years old, rocks are so awesome that they’re one of the words in his limited toddler vocabulary. He lifts his head and moves in the right direction until he sees…

A note to my 1 year-old son

May your feet never stay clean may your face never be without a scratch may you never be satisfied with what’s in your reach may you always take wonder at discovering something new may you always try to make me laugh may you always want me to make the pig sound that’s tickles my throat…

The Kansas Wind

A child of Kansas. This is what needs to be pressed into your nature. Sown into your wild self. Your sense of storms. Of fires. Of beauty. it’s the noise that makes Kansas. The force. Its insistence of what it’s always been. Its own wild nature recycling back upon itself. You are a Kansas child.…

Wichita: The Record Keeper

He’d been in Wichita for awhile. At least two decades (but who’s counting). To listen to him, you’d think he moved here only a year ago. Long Island lingers longingly in his words. You might need a minute or two, but eventually you’ll hear it. There’s a youthful sound to this accent. A casualness, a…