I stood at the kitchen sink next to our broken dishwasher with a baby on my hip and tears streaming down my face, rinsing enough dishes so we could eat dinner. The children were fighting and the house looked as if I hadn’t lifted a finger all day, or for several days for that [...]
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The phone rings. I have been gone from home for exactly 12 minutes. That means the kids are probably fighting. “Hello?” I say. Beep, beep, beep. Beepbeep. “Hello? HELLO! You’ve already called me. Stop dialing.” Beep beep. “Hello? Mom can hear you. Who is this?” “Mom?” A teeny voice says. “Hi Miss E. What [...]  | February 23rd, 2012 | Tags: Mama Kat's, phones, writing | Category: chaos, children, Mama Kat's writing workshop | 7 comments The following is a work of fiction and a continuation of a story, The Basement and Behind the Door. I slipped into my seat, careful not to disturb the others at the table. No one seemed to notice my absence as the speaker droned on about the charity. Shaking, I reached for my ice [...] The following is a work of fiction and is a follow up to last week’s piece which you can read here. My hand trembling, I reached for the door again and closed my fingers over the cold, smooth knob. As I pushed the door open, the chill from the room shocked my skin and [...] | October 6th, 2011 | Tags: Red writing hood, Write On Edge, writing | Category: Write On Edge, writing | 22 comments The following is a work of fiction. The spiral staircase curved around in magnificent glory. It’s mahogany and wrought iron spindles were masterfully interlaced and artfully sculpted. The grand staircase led to the basement below, which only promised to be as incredible as the rest of the house had already proven to be. A [...] | September 30th, 2011 | Tags: Write On Edge, writing | Category: Write On Edge, writing | 15 comments I lay in bed staring at the glow of the clock wondering when 5:30a.m. had become the time my body decided was morning. Today was my birthday, my 90th if I wanted to be precise, which most of the time I didn’t. I sat up slowly, everything moved slowly anymore, and gently stretched my [...] | September 16th, 2011 | Tags: writing, writing workshop | Category: birthday, Red Dress Club | 6 comments The following is a work of fiction. This was absolutely the last time. It had to be. If it happened again, he would die. Of that, she was certain. She watched him walk away, anger dripping off him like rain. She closed her eyes and breathed in the night. The warm summer [...] The following is a work of fiction. The donut sat on the kitchen counter, taunting her. Its chocolate glaze dripped slowly over the side. Chocolate sprinkles clung to the top for dear life. She sat in a chair next to the donut. Hands folded under her chin, a thoughtful look on her face. [...] The following is a work of fiction. I closed my eyes and tried to tune out the incessant pounding and pleading at the bathroom door. I just needed a minute to myself. The day had been its usual exhausting chaos of attempting to mother four children and I just needed a break. I turned [...] | March 18th, 2011 | Tags: parenting, Red Dress Club, writing | Category: chaos, children, large family, Red Dress Club | 24 comments I leaned against the side of the tub and let the water slide over my hand as I tested the temperature. It poured slowly into the bathtub while I waited. I closed my eyes and allowed the contraction to wash over me, like a giant tidal wave. It was over quickly. I returned to [...]  | March 3rd, 2011 | Tags: child birth, Red Dress Club, writing | Category: large family, pregnancy, Red Dress Club | 21 comments |
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