by suelarkinsweems | Jan 16, 2012 | On Military Life
In January 2005, Matt deployed to Iraq a few months after we moved to Twentynine Palms, California. There was no base housing available, so we moved into a rental in Yucca Valley about twenty minutes away. We knew that a house would likely open up during the seven...
by suelarkinsweems | Jan 13, 2012 | The Poetry
I watch from the window as she zooms past The wheels clicking fast on the sidewalk Blond curls flying, spilling from the hot pink helmet Her jacket threatens to become a kite She smiles secretly Chin thrust out in front of the handlebars A smile only for her own...
by suelarkinsweems | Jan 11, 2012 | On Family
Last week, I heard the front door slam for the thirtieth time, followed by my oldest son Ransom yelling up the stairs, “Mom! I need to learn Italian!” “Great idea! Clearly that will be a huge help in JAPAN this summer,” I shot back. He went on to explain that there...
by suelarkinsweems | Jan 9, 2012 | Mumblings and Misadventures
Checked in briefly with the eye doc to see if my corneas were healing. (Back story here.) After two weeks there is not a noticeable change. The doc said that I am probably not closing my eyes all the way when I sleep, and he gave me some thick ointment to put in my...
by suelarkinsweems | Jan 6, 2012 | The Poetry
Snow brings the illusion of clean The world white-washed for a day It glimmers like the façade of a face held carefully in place for a day or a week or a life But the mud, always the mud works its way back to the surface as the snow dissolves into the dirt the...
