Originally posted on Moments of Unexpected Beauty:
NAOMI’S REBELLION Re-told by Rebecca White Body Introduction This story recounts an incident that occurred when my grandmother, Naomi Kimball Harris, was about ten years old. In re-telling it, I’ve tried to weave in elements from other stories she’s told over the years in order to show how…

Despite my ambitious spring intentions, my garden by fall always becomes a Darwinian struggle for survival. This year is no exception. In my defense, the chaotic jungle makes an excellent wildlife refuge; just ask the bunnies and the butterflies. And in my further defense, sometimes the chaos produces lovely and unexpected flowers. These uninvited but […]

Every story has to end, even one as long and epic as Grandma’s. She made it to her 98th birthday–barely; she died at 1:10 am. But she made it. Since she was 98, her passing was neither tragic nor unexpected. But it still hurt, and it still hurts. Yes, she lived a long, full life, […]

This week, Sage began his career as a fourth grader. His replies to me were terse as I dropped him off lest a classmate overhear me saying something embarrassing like “I love you, Big Boy.” (I do concede I need to train myself out of using this nickname, which developed around the time he finally […]

Sage’s Moroccan friend Khalil recently came to Wisconsin with his family to visit American relatives, and the boys reunited as though they’d never been separated. Even though they’d met only a couple of times the previous year, they played as though they’d been friends since infancy. Their friendship proves that one force transcends all boundaries […]

  I have to confess that I misunderstood the giant pumpkins’ motives. Given the alarming size of their vines and their ability to creep almost visibly across the yard, I assumed the goal was simple world domination, no pumpkins required. After all, there was nary a fruit to be seen by the end of July. […]

Emery returned for another sleepover last weekend, and while the visit was relatively brief–she arrived after work on Friday and left Saturday morning–there was a hefty amount of bucolic bliss involved. Unfortunately, the dark shadow of Child Labor cast a pall over this otherwise sunlit idyll. Specifically, Paul and I made the kids DO THE […]