Night Market Haiku

In the night market

Photo by Paul Jenny

Thinking of the children who have grown up only knowing war, will their voices ever be heard?

What contributions to our greater well-being are we losing?

Is there another solution?

Leave a comment (or a solution) below.

 

The Nap that Never Was

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Flickr photo by Susana Fernandez

So, the nap never happened. (<==Click the link to read a post about Fiction Unboxed, a write-a-novel-in-30-days adventure with Sean Platt and Johnny B. Truant over at Sterling & Stone.)

My strategy to get my four-year-old down for a nap yesterday and then do some writing while he slumbered peacefully didn’t work.

Even now, as I try to finish this post, he is saying, “Daddy, daddy, daddy, I have to go potty.”

I’m writing this in the Vassar library, so I abandon my computer and the blog and search for a restroom. He moans and says, “We’re lost down here. I’m going to pee myself.”

“No, you’re not. We aren’t lost. Breathe.” But I can’t find the men’s room.

There is a women’s restroom right near the stairs. I knock. No answer. I stand in the doorway, afraid to enter the women’s restroom. “Hurry and go quickly,” I say.

He jumps and skips and scurries his way to the toilet. I hear him relieving himself and then he sighs. “Whew,” he says.

“Wash your hands.” He turns the water on full-blast and runs his hands through the water. He wipes his hands on his shirt.

We run back upstairs. The library is empty so my blog is safe. I try to finish this post.

“Go back to your computer and play.”

30 seconds pass, maybe less.

He says, “Daddy, my computer, the computer, the computer over there is not working, um, it’s not changing to the kite thing again where Curious George is flying his kite, I need you to help me.” He clicks on it and it changes into a game where George is collecting hats.

He can’t work the mouse yet, so I have to help him. We collect orange and green hats. We play again. We collect green and red hats. I say, “Now you practice.” I sit back down to finish this post. Two seconds later he says, “Daddy, daddy I want to go see Momma now.” He’s sucking his fingers. He’s been playing with a mouse used by hundreds of college students.

His immune system is getting stronger I say to myself. A slight shudder passes through me.

“Sit down for a minute until I finish this post.”

“Awww, Daddy.”

He sits.

I’m done.

Anne Tyler – Writing Quote Wednesday

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Writing quote created by Paul Jenny with Flickr photo “Happy” by Greg Westfall

 

Watch Georgann Eubanks, author of the Literary Trails of North Carolina guidebook series, talk about Durham and its connection to novelist Anne Tyler, whose books Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant and The Accidental Tourist have been made into movies.