Posts made in March, 2011

On Bubbles

»Posted by on Mar 26, 2011 in Tomi's Blog | 0 comments

On Bubbles

On Bubbles: Bubbles Fascinate Me. Like the bubbles given as birthday party favors. I like to grip the plastic bottle, unscrew the lid, and dip the wand into the sudsy liquid. After raising the wand near to my lips, I blow on it. Instantly, pastel bubbles surround me. Until poof, they are gone. Bubbles also trigger in my memory an incident that happened when I was five-years-old. The scene was a family outing at Bluewater Lake in New Mexico. One moment I played on the dock with the sun warming my face. Seconds later, I floated deep below the water’s surface. It was cold. Bubbles were everywhere. Later in my life, I learned that my family, on that day, had not known that I was missing. Not until, my uncle dived deep into the lake and landed within a foot of...

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On Waiting

»Posted by on Mar 15, 2011 in Tomi's Blog | 0 comments

On Waiting

On Waiting: Waiting drives me crazy. It triggers my fix-it button, especially while I wait in a slow line. First, I shuffle my feet. Second, I crank my neck to check out the shortest line, then I dart into it. Of course, that is when the grocery store checker calls for a price check. I’ve even been known to take drastic measures while waiting. Like when I was a miserable nine months, two weeks, three days and one hour pregnant. And though my doctor concurred that I was overcooked, he rarely induced labor. To make matters worse, my mother-in-law had come, from out of town, to wait with me. And so, with my hormones in full throttle, I decided that my doctor was too conservative and that one of God’s angels failed to record my baby’s birthday. It...

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On Headlights

»Posted by on Mar 8, 2011 in Tomi's Blog | 0 comments

On Headlights

On Headlights: It was Thanksgiving eve. My husband steered our Jeep from the driver’s seat. I steered from the passenger’s seat. We were excited about our adventure. And as the sky spit snow on the windshield, we inched our way into Yosemite National Park. But this would not be the adventure we planned. Daylight disappeared. And quickly the snow turned from light to heavy. We lost view of the vehicles ahead of us and behind us. The once winding road now appeared as a white blanket lined by drooping tree limbs. The Jeep’s headlights soon became our guide. They reflected off the falling and mounting white powder that disguised the magical avenue we were entering. Suddenly, the tires swerved. I gripped the handle on the dashboard and yelled,...

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