J on J

Twilight at the "Fall Frolic" next door.

Silly bands, pony tails, and bare feet--that's what little girls are made of...

The Fitting

The Quiet(er) House

Everyone tells you how fast it will all go--that they grow up before you know it. But it doesn't mean anything until they wave, rounding the corner into the old brick school house--and you return to a much quieter house.

Goodbye Summer

Goodbye Summer,

You were as long as the wait in the kickball line,

as short as the ice cream's melt-time,

as sweet as the watermelon on the front porch,

as lazy as the breezes off Lake Michigan,

as feisty as the mosquitoes at dusk,

as kind as the luck of the game,

and as elusive as a photograph that tries to hold these beings still and young and ours, if only for a frame.