BY PAMELA JO BOWMAN – MESA ARIZONA – Dandelion dust sparkles in the twilight. Slithering on taut toddler tummy. Grass stains embedded on scraped elbows and knees. Cherubic fist clutching the flowered weed. Young thing run, hide then seek Search with eyes wiser than tender years Lick away salty, stubborn tears. You’ve seen more than …
Month: September 2007
In Your Eyes
BY PAMELA JO BOWMAN – MESA, ARIZONA – My daughter is away at school. Today was her first day of classes. I felt I could call tonight and not seem completely overbearing. We had a delightful conversation. She emailed me her blog address. I checked it out and felt pride not as a mother, but …
Deflection
BY PAMELA JO BOWMAN – MESA ARIZONA – I believe this is a generation of deflection. I asked my son if he cleaned his bathroom. He shares it with his older brother Saac. Mind you, he is a 21-year-old man. His response? Saac didn’t clean it either. I automatically go into defense mode to respond …
Splash of Orange
BY PAMELA JO BOWMAN – MESA ARIZONA – This weekend my bones could feel the equinox changing. I felt chilled in the heat of the day. I feel it every year. It makes me sad as summer ends and the year begins its decline. Of course, as the change begins, it is beautiful. The leaves …
Something Awful
BY PAMELA JO BOWMAN – MESA, ARIZONA – Having a child, raising a child allows human beings to know what unconditional love really is. One of the most challenging aspects of parenthood I have encountered so far has been watching my children grow into adults and choose a companion. I am unable to see into …