I’m Still Learning How to Hold on to Some Memories (And Let Go of Others)

By De Elizabeth

I remember being a kid, and thinking that the school years lasted forever. One cycle of September to June felt like an eternity, as I counted down the days until classes ended and camp began. Of course, once summer came, everything was reversed. I’d blink, and the first day of camp became the last. My friends, some of whom I only saw during the summer months, and I would sit atop hot gravel in tight hugs, tears streaming down our faces. Why, we wondered, did we wish time away? What we would have given to go back to day one. Continue reading

I’m Already Nostalgic For Today

By De Elizabeth

Right now, it’s barely sunrise. I’ve already had a cup of coffee, washed some dishes, fed the cat, and filed a writing assignment. My newborn baby is asleep a few feet away, ironically, since she kept us up most of the night.

My daughter is exactly one month today. She’s a pretty terrible sleeper, and I’m told that most babies are at this age. She seems to hate the fancy bassinet we bought for our bedroom, and spends most of the night making noises that can only be compared to what I assume a baby dragon sounds like. Naturally, I spend most of the nighttime hours checking on her, making sure she’s not choking or something equally horrific, and picking her up when her noises enter the realm of “I’m gonna start screaming if you don’t hold me, FYI.” I’m not sure how much sleep I got last night, but I’ve somehow begun to learn to function on very little. Continue reading

Love Is It.

Love Is It.

By Kate Kole

There is a heaviness that hits my heart each year when I flip the calendar page to July. I feel it as I struggle to sleep in the middle of the night, I feel it in my initial waking thoughts each morning, and I feel it as my mind wanders throughout the day.

As I rolled out of bed a few hours ago, I felt it’s deepest twinge. The way I always do on the 3rd. I thought of my brother and our last memory together as we sat laughing in the hallway of our family home. It’s been 13 years since then, and still, it’s grip on me and its significance in my life is as strong now as it ever was. Continue reading