My Place on the River
I took one more look at the isolated stretch of fly fishing paradise and then clambered back up the muddy incline to the old stone bridge and our nearby car. I returned in my waders and wading boots, a 6 weight fly rod in hand, a wide-brimmed hat over my ponytail.
The Perfect Scare
At this point in his story, my smile changed from amusement to understanding — a co-conspirator’s smile — because I know the joy that comes from scaring my husband. That “scared jump thing” my hubby mentioned? Well, it’s more of a scared jump jig. It’s hilarious. And it fills my heart with happiness — a pony for your birthday sort of happiness.
That Kind of Mom
In honour of Mother’s Day, on the 12th of this month, this story is about my mom.
Beautiful
Amidst this strange new world, not only am I the lone family member without camouflage clothing, I am the mom. Despite this, I am not supposed to worry when my resident teenage mechanic (son #2) walks into the house with a burn hole in his coveralls and his hand raised to stop me from asking, “What exploded this time?”
We Broke Mom
I looked at my boys, who were frozen in place, eyes wide and mouths open. “Are you okay?” my youngest asked carefully.