by suelarkinsweems | May 24, 2012 | Mumblings and Misadventures
Yesterday was my birthday, and it marked twenty years since I graduated from high school. Hard to imagine. I can’t be old enough to have been out of school that long! I think. I remember a conversation I had with my Granny Jane one summer when I was home from college....
by suelarkinsweems | May 21, 2012 | On Family
misters + power fan= heat relief It’s hard to really appreciate water misters unless you live somewhere hot and dry. At the Phoenix Zoo last week, it was 106 degrees. Instead of asking, “Where is the next animal, Momma?” The kids asked, “Where is the next...
by suelarkinsweems | May 18, 2012 | The Poetry
Grief Too often we think he’s exposed only in jagged sobs But he’s also in fatigue and fear He’ll roll in unexpectedly At the smell of basil Or the tinkling of a wind chime Grief Can’t tell time He can collapse twenty years in an instant A sudden whiplash of reverse...
by suelarkinsweems | May 16, 2012 | On Military Life
It feels like all we do is come and go sometimes. Arrivals are easier for me—everything is new, I have no obligations yet, anything seems possible. Departures are much harder—dissembling a year or two or three and finding a way to pack the pieces back into misshapen...
by suelarkinsweems | May 14, 2012 | On Family
On my flight back from San Diego, I was stopped by airport security for something suspicious in my laptop bag. I said a little prayer for the agent, because my bag was overflowing, and I knew it was going to explode all over him in a spray of pens, posty notes, books,...
