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“The Wives of Sunset” Chapter 2: Urban Chickens

A rooster crow blared through the sound of early morning traffic. Marissa smiled and stretched underneath her organic cotton duvet. Beside her, Dane’s muscular, tattooed arm draped over their son. Oliver had crawled into their bed last night with his peach blankie and stuffed sloth, a victim of another nightmare. Dane was so good with him. And he was a model father. As a session musician, he was able to stay home most days with Oliver, writing his own music in his basement studio. It made her proud.

The rooster crowed again, insisting that Marissa put her feet to the floor. She loved this house. They bought ten years ago for an amazing deal. The sellers, poor folks, had gotten in way over their heads financially and sunk further when the Recession hit. They were saved from bankruptcy when Marissa and Dane bought the house. Over the years, Marissa had finished it Earth-conscious materials. Sustainable wood flooring, solar panels on the roof. Even the paint was non-toxic. Last summer, they had gotten the chickens. Dane had built the hen house himself.

You can’t control women.

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Summertime

It’s almost upon us.

In Michigan, the trees have burst into full bloom and color has saturated the landscape. That nearly-forgotten brush of heat strokes our bare shoulders when we step into the sunlight.

Our kids are holding impromptu baseball games in backyards, racing through the twilight on bikes, begging to delay bedtime just ten minutes more.

Students are torrents of emotion, finishing those last lessons and holding tight to the community they’ve built with their teachers over the last nine months, even as their words say they can’t WAIT for school to be over.

As parents, we look forward to time with our babies, big and small. Our stress begins to melt as we look at calendars that aren’t packed with events from dawn til dusk. Some of us look forward to a bit of travel, some of us prepare that pool bag, and some of us look longingly at weeks of camp ahead. Regardless of our family plans, we are all about to transition. It’s summer: we’re supposed to feel excitement and relief! And yet, trepidation hides in the shadows.

Summertime can be driven by the things that make you happy.

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What Comes Next?

Alrighty, my lovely reader. I’ve written about moving home, minimalism, mothering, kids, creating stuff, writing a novel. Each month I feel like I have a brand new idea. Actually, I have lots of ideas, but many of them fit into my Won’t Write About That Publicly File.

Such non-starters include:

*Explicit stories about my kids’ private thoughts and lives (too many future therapy bills)

*Dragging strangers over the coals to be funny (trying to spread kindness here, even though I feel like there could be a bitingly wonderful blog post about that one woman who moans throughout an entire yoga class…)

*The Basic Mommy Blog that goes “I hate my life and my choices and my children with a burning passion for 8 paragraphs except for the last paragraph where everything is sunshine and rainbows because I now I feel guilty let’s publish this yeah!” (Those are inauthentic, disturbing, and sappy all congealed together in a burning crockpot of slop. Not to mention the fact that I like my life and my choices and my children and I would like them all to like me back…)

*My teaching job (dancing on the edge of ethics and also against the actual law in many instances)

I’ll tell you a secret. Something that has interested me for awhile would be an online book, published chapter by chapter in monthly increments. You can read for free, get a taste of my storytelling abilities, and then, Godwilling, when I finishing Draft 2 of The Ripple of Stones, find an editor, the editor finds a publisher, and the thing actually comes into being, you may want to actually spend a small bit of $ to buy the thing! After all, you’ve already read one! Why not another? Really, it’d be a twofer.

But still. You’ve stuck with me this long. I would like to know what interests you. What is valuable to your time and attention when you receive these tomes in your inbox each month?

So for this month’s installment, we’re going to turn this blog into a Goosebumps-themed Choose Your Own Adventure! My darling reader, would you please take this lovely poll?

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As always, thank you for reading. See you in June!

Minimalist Kids

4:42 p.m

We pile into the house and my voice echoes in the living room. A daily admonishment to put the shoes away, hang the coats. I pull the half-bent folders out of the backpacks, wiping the strawberry smear off of the shiny cover of one of them. There are papers to sign, flyers asking for donations of money and time, more decisions to make and events to squish into a packed calendar. Notes from friends flutter to the floor. My son’s folder is crammed with “seat work,” adorable bears and narwhals counted and sorted and colored with crayons.

In exactly forty-eight minutes, my daughter is due on a soccer field across town. She is to be fed, clothed in layers of sports frocks, hair pulled up (that’ll be a battle…), and carrying her bag, ball, and bottle of water. Do her earrings need to be out for practice or just games? I can’t remember.

I’ve been exhausted since I was thirty. Everyone’s exhausted.”

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