Couldn't Resist This Creativity Challenge

So I have this awesomely creative sister-in-law who posted this on facebook:

‎"Pay It Forward for Creative People": I promise to send something handmade to the first 5 people who leave a comment to this update. HERE'S THE CATCH: They must in turn promise to post this and send something they made to the first 5 people who leave a comment to their update. The rules are that it must be handmade by ......you and it must be sent to your 5 people sometime in 2011!

So - you know me by now - I can't resist a cool creativity thing. I'm posting here because I was thinking of all my great blog readers that may not follow me on facebook and didn't want you to miss out!. So here's the link to my facebook page.

I haven't even figured out what I'll be sending (read - taking suggestions!) and not that I was looking for an extra project - but the rule says 'sometime in 2011' - so I can handle having a year to give a creative gift. I'll keep you posted on how it goes.

Oh - and just to be clear - you have to comment on my facebook status to take part. (Of course I love blog, comments, too.)

Have a great day!

Yes, I Do Think Like This While I'm Cooking . .

There is a lot of advice out there about who you should and shouldn't let read your writing. This isn't a blog about such advice. This is a blog about what happens when you throw all caution to the wind and allow, ah, more specifically-ask, the resident teenager in your house to read something you've written. Yeah. It's kind of like watching that train wreck in slow motion. I don't understand my motives - I think he was the closest, semi-willing person that could offer feedback. Speaking of feedback, the response I got while he read this consisted of one head shake, two unfinished senteneces that started with, "You can't . . . " and a final rhetorical question, offered while walking out of the room, "You don't think like that while you're cooking, do you?"

So I'm sharing with you the little something I wrote on New Year's Eve,
fully admitting that, yes - I do think like this while I'm cooking!

The Last Breakfast of the Year


Eight a.m. and the children are sleeping,
Gifting me an empty kitchen.
I walk noiselessly over cold tile
Leaving the light off,
As if the brightness could wake them in their second story rooms.
I pass over chocolate chip cookies or cold cereal,
Placing my favorite pan on the stove to preheat.

I pull the eggs, opening and closing the fridge door all in one motion.
Swoosh. Like the old year is going with it.

I break one egg, then two.
The cracking is amplified in the motionless house.
I whip the eggs and pour the yellow-gold liquid into the pan
And hear the sizzle.
So loud I think little feet will surely come running.
But I hover over the pan, buffering the sound, hoarding the heat.
The corners of my mouth turn up enough for me to notice I’m smiling.
I refocus on flipping my omelet. This one works. All those years of scrambling, because I thought omelets would be too hard. Who knew?

My whole-wheat English muffins pop up from the toaster,
Like what the New Year is waiting to do.
That loud toaster noise I cannot hush.
I pause, listening for any hint they're awake.

I think the silence is covering them, keeping them sleeping.
The same silence is waking up parts of myself.
I can actually hear myself think.
I stir the Swiss miss chocolate into hot water, watching it dissolve.
Days, weeks, years swirl in my mind, melting into one cup of life.
Longing stirs my heart. Then awe.
Contentment and melancholy take turns auditioning
For the lead role of the day’s play.

I finish my egg sandwich and eye my hot chocolate
thinking it must be the right temperature to sip.
I hear the door and the feet,
Like my thoughts were louder than eggs and toast.
Then I hear the name, my name, “Mommy?”

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Happy New Year!