Uncovered

as in a locker room and all the bare body parts glistening under the unflattering fluorescent lights, right there inscribed in paper by his teachers about middle bear’s brazen behavior in the classroom. Why wasn’t this brought up in the … Continue reading

Tempted

not by a luscious fruit, nor by a fragrant-luring flower but a bench. It wasn’t a sculptured beauty, a simple wooden structure that felt just right at the time. Baby bear wandered into the direction of a park bench away … Continue reading

No One’s The Wiser

While I was making a coconut carrot cake, I mentioned to Papa Bear that I was going to ask the boys to help me hide the eggs for the great hunt on Sunday. He told me that middle bear was … Continue reading

Red

If a tree falls in the forest does it make a sound? Yes, loud and clear! Adios hazy, silent days of winter and bienvenido seniorita primavera. I didn’t know leaves could rustle so loudly but when you are surrounded by … Continue reading

Dream-stealing

That’s right the robust winds and heavy wet snow falling from the sky have me shivering on my stone-cold kitchen floor. March has bestowed us with illusionary behaviors, down-right dream-stealing, that only leave me to console sullen bears. Not so … Continue reading

Singing the Blues

With freshly painted hues flanking northern and eastern facing windows, our kitchen sings the blues while most who live here slumber deeply into the inky early morning hours. As we wake one bear at a time and trudge through our … Continue reading

A Leaf Can Be.

A lot can happen in a day around here, a two-hour school delay because of the flakes that accumulated overnight but not dense enough of a blanket to last late afternoon due to rapidly rising temperatures that still warn us … Continue reading

Moments Preserved

Maybe our latest move is not something to be understood but to be pondered upon…and yes our new entrance stopped me in my tracks to do just that. The sweet sun pierced her rays through our window, an emergence from … Continue reading

In the Wind

As a child, I always wondered about how mail traveled. I witnessed our postman deliver the bundle of envelopes to us with sweat and toil on sticky summer afternoons, however, when we dropped it off at the post office, how … Continue reading

Just Waiting

When the orange is gone, the yellow and the pink that swiftly follow suit, you hope to see a little of the remaining green under that first white blanket like magic that drifted in on tiptoes one by one while … Continue reading