My familiar

December 24, 2012January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 14 Comments

I knew one day we'd be together again. Something as intangible as dying couldn't keep us apart. Remember all those nights we'd stay up late watching old movies? You'd lay your head on my chest, and I would stroke your face, and run my fingers through your jet hair. We wouldn't have to say a … Continue reading My familiar

Escaping into the woods

December 22, 2012January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 19 Comments

Last week I missed my photo hike. Probably the first time that has happened in more than two years. I was off doing the whole "my-kid-is-home-from-college-family-togetherness" thing. I'll admit to getting a little twitchy not being able to get out, but it was nice to hang with my daughter and have everyone home at the … Continue reading Escaping into the woods

Christmas past memories

December 21, 2012January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 12 Comments

Years ago, I made my children an Advent calendar. Finding the right trinkets to fill each pocket took three months. We don’t put the calendar out anymore. Christmas, apparently, is for little kids.

Pretty in pink

December 21, 2012January 12, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 5 Comments

Gathering the lunch plates, Pauley carried the remains of their meal into the kitchen. While they waited for Vivian to come back, she helped Lenore prepared caipirinhas. “I did not know Señora Vivian before she came to live here,” Lenore quartered limes picked from Vivian’s garden, muddling the fruit chunks in two glasses with a … Continue reading Pretty in pink

with a bang or a whimper?

December 21, 2012January 9, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 11 Comments

It's 5:33 a.m., Friday, Dec. 12, 2012. And, I'm awake. Not because the world is destined to end in less than 20 minutes, but because this is my usual insomnia-induced, circadian rhythm hell. All my peeps are tucked, asleep in bed, oblivious to the pending doom. I'm fighting a powerful urge to rouse them all, making them … Continue reading with a bang or a whimper?

Dark and dreary

December 19, 2012January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 4 Comments

Dark thunderclouds closed around me, the rain coming down in tsunami waves. I had to fight the wheel of my car to keep on the road, the wind threatening to push me over the bridge railing. No matter how fast I set the wipers, it couldn’t keep the windshield clear, forcing me to drive precariously … Continue reading Dark and dreary