The Sorta Spring Edition: Second Serving Sunday

A weekly peek backwards and a look ahead, from my little corner of the blogosphere…are you ready?

The weather is still a little – strange – but, this week, we’ve had some definite spring…a sunshower or two, with a rainbow; a nighttime thunderstorm with rolling sound and soaking rains; warm days, chill nights; fireflies and nesting birds and little sproutlets raising up their heads, unfurling from the seeds I sowed last week…

It’s also been a time of connection and introspection. My daughter and I have been taking night walks, and chatting in the wee hours, when the male human members of the family are asleep. She’s got lots she’s thinking about, right now, as she hovers on the cusp of growing up, and isn’t quite sure of her balance. She’s reaching a new level of awareness, and she can’t so easily reside in the magical thinking that’s been such a part of her childhood…

She’s unfurling, too, from seeds sown today, last week, last year, when she was a baby…

It’s miraculous and messy to watch. She’s a revelation, again and again, in this time of swift change…

And in her I see my successes and my failures, as a mother.

In her, I see hints of myself, as a coming-of-age girl who lived a very different reality.

In her, I see glimmers and whispers of the woman she will become – sooner than it seems possible, the same way she’s become almost-eleven while I was right here with her, every moment…

The hours are long, but the years are short. It’s dizzying, that she’s so grown…

And then, in a blink, she’s her smaller self again, not quite ready yet to commit to the leap across that threshold…

I see my role as being there for her in both places, neither pushing her forward nor tugging her back, attempting to be like the water to her roots- nourishing whether she’s pushing up with new growth, or resting, and gathering herself for the next surge…


Amid all of this attention to here-and-now,

some writerish things happened…


Life Stuff:

Last Week’s Edition: Sowing Seeds

  • Click the link for my recent posting history!

Last Week’s Features:

ROW80: The Writing Challenge That Knows You Have A Life.

Eight Sentence Sunday:

Mindful Monday:

WIPpet Wednesday:

  • “So Sorry”:Trip wakes up and feels the need to make a sudden – and rather profane – apology…

Coffee and Conversation:

SoCS (Stream of Consciousness Saturday):

  • Need to Know: Sometimes information is what we really need…and thereon hangs a saucy tale…

Story a Day May: The final two installments of the challenge…

  • “A Watched Kettle”: T’Pol’s got a secret mission from the Vulcan High Command, and only Trip can see how ‘agitated’ it’s making her….
  • Promises and Choices: An unseen witness to a private interlude contemplates its impact upon four lives.

What’s Next:

May Focuses:

June Focuses:

This week, on the blog:

  • For WIPpet Wednesday:  New stuff for April – July. I’ll be sharing whatever I’m writing, when I get to Wednesday. This week….a snippet from Generations….the darkest novel I’ve written to date.
  • For Mindful Monday: We explore Parenting with Intention, Reassessing Paradigms.
  • For #8sunday: Ten new sentences from my Kifo Island Chronicles novel, Generations
  • For ROW80 Updates: My progress on my current and/or long term goals for A Round of Words in 80 Days, posted on or near Sunday and Wednesday.

In the Wilds of Internet-Land:

So, what’s up with you,  this week?  Are your seeds sprouting? Do they look like you thought they would?  Yes, I’m a little nosy. Writer thing. So, if you want to satisfy my perhaps inappropriate curiosity, drop me a line or a few in the box below!


  1. Such a beautifully written piece about your daughter and the garden connection 🙂 you are such a talented writer!

        • I just hope I can sometimes pass a bit of the magic along. It’s not that there aren’t shadows (especially, for me, in July), but I’m blessed with so very many things that bring delight and fulfillment to my life…

          I’d give that to everyone in the world, if I knew how….

          • *smiles* just keep writing the beautiful things you do… your gift shines through them 🙂 (sorry to hear about shadows in July)

          • *digs toe in dirt..*awww, shucks…..

            July is complicated. There’s no way for it not to be. Our vibrant daughter is our third child. Our second, Elijah James, lived his entire twelve day life the year before she was born. Her birthday is five days before his; my birthday is four days after the anniversary of his death…

            He’d be 12 this summer, and, while I’ve learned to surf the waves of emotional high tides the month brings, I can never be sure I’ll do it with anything approaching grace…

            I do try to warn people as June wears on, so those preferring lighter or more stable emotional ground can skip my unpredictable terrain for a while…

            And I love all the more fiercely, with more awareness of the fragility of life…

          • I am so sorry about your son… I can see how July would be a hard month to deal with… it must be a hard month for your daughter too then… just breathe and keep breathing… I will keep you and your family in my daily prayers 🙂 And I will still read your blog in July 🙂

          • It’s less hard for her, because she’s always known about him, and how their lives intertwine. It is tricky, at times, having an older brother she never met, when the rest of us did, and knowing that she was older than him long before she could understand his story…

            I always end up sharing some of that story in July.

            And breathing. Often, the aroma of Elijah’s Tree, which is in the front yard. =)

            I try to focus extra hard on just being where I am, in July…

          • that’s good that she’s always known… you all sound like a strong family… I look forward to reading more about him in July if you post it on your blog 🙂

          • I always do. It’s something I can do for him. As for the kids, he is their brother, and they have the right to know about him. Maybe especially Annalise, who only has our stories.

          • It’s great that you keep his memory alive… some parents would have just gone on and tried to forget… Annalise is a beautiful name!

          • I can’t do that. He’s every bit as much my child as his siblings, and he counts. I don’t want to forget him, not ever.

            Annalise is a compromise. My Accomplice wanted Annalee, and I favored Elise. =D

          • That’s wonderful how you cherish him 🙂 Oh Elise is one of my favorite names… I lost a daughter right before my second trimester when I was 19… was going to name her Danielle Elise…

          • I grieve with you for your little one. My birth certificate records my middle name as Danielle. That’s a very pretty name. ❤

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