From the category archives:


Chicken Cleavage

by the Coconut Girl on September 8, 2014

Don’t worry about the big bulge on my back; it’s just my eight-year-old son under my shirt. He’s been my Velcro Buddy since school started last week. This close proximity only poses a problem when his SuperGlue Sista (my ten year-old daughter) has her head up the front of my shirt. We just walk sideways, [...]


hips $1

by the Coconut Girl on January 5, 2014

The icicle ornaments we just unhitched from our Christmas tree look like Popsicles from the pool concession stand after the color’s been sucked out. As lovely as the glass shafts are, I’m thinking of trading them in next year for actual ice pops–the long narrow ones in the plastic sleeves. The bright tubes would be [...]


Mustard’s Last Stand

by the Coconut Girl on August 19, 2013

“Words are words. Look at the behavior.” My friend knows about all about drinkers and players. By players, I mean little players, the ones that kick dodgeballs and go to school. I’ve been getting all bent out of shape by some of their comments lately. Grown-ups will ask, “How was your summer?”  My children will [...]


Night Ride Home

by the Coconut Girl on August 18, 2013


So Are the Days

by the Coconut Girl on August 1, 2013

That thing sat open for a week and no one even noticed it. Much less reached in and grabbed a cool handful. For years it was the hottest spot in town, but no longer. It was abandoned, in the background. The sandbox. Cranking up the cover was once a morning ritual, more so than a [...]


Conversations with Candy Screen, A & Q

by the Coconut Girl on July 17, 2013

  A spiritual book I once read is structured in a question-and-answer format. It says to do this: Lie down in your boat and let the current turn you downstream. Meanwhile, a flyer I have from the American Academy of Pediatricians (AAP), says to do this: Limit your child’s screen-time to less than one hour [...]



by the Coconut Girl on June 11, 2013

Family stories are things to be stockpiled and brandished like weapons. They’re essential self-defense in those incendiary moments when children are scream-cry-fighting, it’s the end of the day, and you’re at the crackly, threadbare selvage of your wit’s end. A good tale offers distraction, plain and simple, a sparkling silver rattle for the elementary-school set. [...]



by the Coconut Girl on May 28, 2013

“Keep me posted, Slim.” That’s my brother Jamey‘s way of signing off when we send each other texts. “Slim.” Good old brother. Today I text-told him I have about nine irons in the fire right now and am feeling overwhelmed. I’ll tell you about them, too, but first I need some chips. OK I’m back. [...]



by the Coconut Girl on May 24, 2013

  “Charlotte’s the buckle of the Bible Belt, wheeeeee!” My Southern uncle explained his city’s accessory-geography to my Northern step-father on Tuesday at our mini-family reunion in North Carolina. They were talking regional architecture, these two college professors, a subject they both know a lot about. Meanwhile, I, the architect, was busy trolling through crystal [...]

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Curb Your Dog

by the Coconut Girl on May 1, 2013

Even for Superman, bending steel can be hard sometimes. So how are we mortals to be strong in the face of insurmountable odds? I mean, what were the odds that I would catch the early-morning dog walker whose little darlin’ was dumping in our yard every day? After all that work I did last Fall [...]

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