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Weems 20: Christmas 1995

We’ve been back stateside four months now, and I am still unpacking– actually, that’s a lie. I should say I’m still walking by boxes that I will probably hide in the garage over winter break, ready to be forgotten until our next move.  One...

Weems 20: Thanksgiving 1995

November 1995: It was this weekend twenty years ago that I flew back to Arizona for Thanksgiving to inform my family that I had met the man I was going to marry, even if he hadn’t asked me yet. My family always gets together every Thanksgiving, usually numbering...

Driving Lessons

for my oldest son It’s a shock to realize You’re four years older than our Suburban Just yesterday, she seemed old, this morning, you both seem too young We bought her when you were seven years old You crawled over the seat, pressing buttons, laughing She...

Leaving Okinawa: Sayonara 58!

When you think of me in Okinawa, you probably think of me here: When actually, I’m more likely here: (Why yes, the pink car is trying to turn right into the lane in front of me–Please note whose light is green. You can tell how jammed up this is because even the...

Things I Tell Myself

A reminder to myself today: You know that kid that runs you nuts? The one who keeps you up at night and down on your knees? That kid who has heard parent and teacher lectures #1-7,844 and actually created the need for lecture # 7,845? Believe in him. Speak truth in...
High Water Pants

High Water Pants

Many people post a word for the year to represent their goals. I didn’t pick one. I looked up and it was January 8, and I sent my kindergartener wait…second-grader to school in high water pants today. High water pants. I decided if he didn’t care, I didn’t...