Photo by OSPAN ALI on Unsplash His living nightmare Has taken his hard-earned place, Ruined everything. To everyone else, She’s a cute little baby: Look how sweet she is! She gazes wide-eyed At ill-wishing little boy, Envies his freedom. He sticks out his tongue. She startles, drools her awestruck. She laughs and he grins. His eagerly… Continue reading The Living Nightmare Laughs
Photo by Marjorie Bertrand on Unsplash Claire nudged Gillian. “Don’t look now,” she hissed. “Remember the one I told you about? The mother who puts her kid on a leash? That’s her. Sarah Something. She’s right there, at the counter.” Gillian nodded. Leaning back in her chair, she stretched her arms overhead, scanned the coffee shop… Continue reading That Cannot Be Right!
Photo by Danielle MacInnes on Unsplash The rule is that we’re in charge of ourselves. The children’s table in the kitchen is merry chaos. A few cousins use their forks to spear, their spoons to release the flood of gravy from the mashed potato moat. An older cousin eats quickly, eying the table in case… Continue reading Are You Sure You Want to Sit at the Grown-Ups Table?
Pixabay She’s afraid. The ocean is so big, the waves powerful crashes. The sand is hot and the water is cold. Why is the beach supposed to be so fun? She sits on the blanket, watching her sister and cousins. They’re not afraid. They are not three, at the beach for the first time… Continue reading Working Small to Win Large
Photo by Marjorie Bertrand on Unsplash She refused to try. Knowing they were watching her, Looked away and smiled. That’s what it would take To make them leave her alone. She waited — and walked. Little kids are supposed to be simple. They see and they struggle to do. They fall down and get up. Not all… Continue reading She Refused to Try — Until She Could Do
Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash “This rope is magic,” Bella said, holding up a thick, dirty length of rope. Ms. Gayle cleared her throat. Student teacher her would make this the best ever show-and-tell for this band of grimy, earnest, smelly second graders. It was too bad that Janice Ryan wouldn’t see it. The… Continue reading Cutting Down the Swings
Photo by eberhard grossgasteiger on Unsplash Ruined daffodils Proudly thrust into her hands, Muddy son shrieks joy: Flowers for Mommy! Just like Daddy gives to her, Flowers make her smile. It took filthy, sweaty, miserable hours to plant the bulbs. She did her best not to resent his being gone for the day while she was… Continue reading No Flower Is Safe From Little Boy Love