Category Archives: Family matters

In which we discuss matters of the family.

Two Peas in a Pod

I have to admit it: When I first saw what this week’s Sunday Scribblings prompt was, my immediate thought was of Two Peas in a Bucket, a Web site dedicated to scrapbooking.

But then I glanced over at the bed in this hotel room in Terre Haute, Indiana. My husband and my daughter. Poppy with one hand on the day’s first bottle and the other playing with her father’s ear, her hair sprouting up from the top of her head. Rockford dozing off just a little with his arm firmly wrapped around his girl.

I don’t have time to say more. But I don’t really need to, either.

They’re my most favorite peas.

Where I’m From

A lovely poem called “Where I’m From” by George Ella Lyons has turned into a meme, somewhat. Here are a bunch of different versions at Finding Joy in the Morning. And here is mine:

Where I’m From
with apologies to George Ella Lyons

I am from mountains, from Nintendo and well-worn pages.

I am from the humble home
with the crooked floors and
snakes in the walls.

I am from the dogwood, the ginseng.

I am from laughter and sturdy legs,
from Richard Maurice and Ellen Kaye.

I am from the hot tempers and soft hearts.

From “your brother has the prettiest eyes”
and “you look just like your mama.”

I am from “Lord watch over us and bless us
with health, safety and happiness amen.”

I’m from North Carolina and Michigan
and Belgium and Ireland and England
and cookie pudding and fried taters.

From the finger my grandmother lost,
and sunflowers as high as I could see
and my mother falling through
the Michigan ice.

I am from the old house, a box in the closet,
a thousand faceless names in my
family tree.

… earliest memory

I’m 3, maybe 4. I’m still an only child.

Sunday Scribblings

It’s early evening, I think, and my dad comes home from work. He swoops me up, and I start patting around on his denim jacket.

I’m looking for a treat.

I ask, in my little toddler language, if Dad’s brought anything home for me.

And he has.

A Butterfinger.

Still my favorite.