I’m writing every day of March for the Slice of Life Challenge at Two Writing Teachers

Even though it’s Clydes’ first birthday
and it’s snowing
and there was a lockdown
and fun lessons with kids
and dinner with friends
I
am
too
tired
of writing

Actually,
I
am
just
too
tired

I’m writing every day of March for the Slice of Life Challenge at Two Writing Teachers

My friend has been gone for a few years now, but sometimes she sends me messages. Usually, I see hummingbirds or cardinals or bunnies and rainbows at the times I need them most. Sometimes she’s in my dreams.

But imagine my surprise when today, in the middle of presenting at in-service, my phone told me she was on Snapchat.

Somehow I think she’s laughing about this.

Either that or she has been trying to tell me something and I’m not getting it, so she’s trying social media.

Or, maybe she just wanted me to have something to write about today.

Thanks, Mardi!

I’m trying to write at a bookstore.
Seems like a dreamy idea on this dreary day.

But.

It’s crowded and this chair isn’t uncomfortable.
I’m in the middle – it’s the table I had to choose
I feel like everyone can see what I’m writing.

My chai latte came in a giant frothy mug.
Seems like a dreamy idea on this dreary day.

But.

It’s a little awkward to hold and hot.
I’m afraid I’m going to spill it.
It’s going to get cold so fast, I think.

Music is playing, and people are chatting.
Seems like a dreamy idea on this dreary day.

But.

I’m a little distracted by a few of the conversations.
The ones closest to me are hard to ignore.
Every other song is somehow obnoxious.

I’m trying to write at a bookstore.
Seems like a dreamy idea on this dreary day.

Sometimes a day that has a new haircut also has a trip to urgent care.
Sometimes a day with a lot of stories has none.
Sometimes bedtime comes earlier.
I hope.