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<channel><title><![CDATA[Sheri Miltenberger - Writing]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.sherimiltenberger.com/writing]]></link><description><![CDATA[Writing]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 07 Jul 2023 02:58:44 -0700</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[An Accidental Courtship]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.sherimiltenberger.com/writing/an-accidental-courtship]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.sherimiltenberger.com/writing/an-accidental-courtship#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Fri, 29 Apr 2016 14:10:03 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.sherimiltenberger.com/writing/an-accidental-courtship</guid><description><![CDATA[ 	 		 			 				 					 						          					 								 					 						  &#8203;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;My parents first saw each other the morning of March 28, 1965 in a little hotel in the German alps.&nbsp; Five weeks later, they were married.&nbsp;&nbsp;&#8203;&nbsp;    Read more: &nbsp;​Accidental Courtship     					 							 		 	  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:47.626339969372%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-border-width:0 " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:right"> <a> <img src="https://www.sherimiltenberger.com/uploads/7/8/9/6/78969566/1461796495.png" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:52.373660030628%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><span>&#8203;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;My parents first saw each other the morning of March 28, 1965 in a little hotel in the German alps.&nbsp; Five weeks later, they were married.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>&#8203;<br />&nbsp;</div>  <div style="text-align:left;"><div style="height: 0px; overflow: hidden;"></div> <a class="wsite-button wsite-button-small wsite-button-highlight" href="http://www.skiserendipity.com/home/accidental-courtship" > <span class="wsite-button-inner">Read more: &nbsp;<br />&#8203;Accidental Courtship</span> </a> <div style="height: 0px; overflow: hidden;"></div></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Uphill Skiing:  ﻿Chapter﻿ 1.  Flyer]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.sherimiltenberger.com/writing/uphill-skiing-chapter-1]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.sherimiltenberger.com/writing/uphill-skiing-chapter-1#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Wed, 27 Apr 2016 14:10:22 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[autism]]></category><category><![CDATA[novel]]></category><category><![CDATA[ski]]></category><category><![CDATA[young adult]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.sherimiltenberger.com/writing/uphill-skiing-chapter-1</guid><description><![CDATA[&nbsp; &nbsp; Amelia yanked her older brother back to the curb as an ambulance wailed through the intersection.&nbsp; He shrieked, &ldquo;Naa! Naa!&rdquo; and put his hands over his ears, elbowing her phone into the street.&nbsp; It skidded under a parked silver sedan. &nbsp;&#8203;      &#8203;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;Teddy, are you all right?&rdquo; asked Amelia, scanning him for injuries.&nbsp; Finding none, she sat him on a wrought-iron bench before crouching in the gutter to retrieve her c [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><span>&nbsp; &nbsp; Amelia yanked her older brother back to the curb as an ambulance wailed through the intersection.&nbsp; He shrieked, &ldquo;Naa! Naa!&rdquo; and put his hands over his ears, elbowing her phone into the street.&nbsp; It skidded under a parked silver sedan. &nbsp;</span>&#8203;</div>  <div>  <!--BLOG_SUMMARY_END--></div>  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><br /><span>&#8203;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;Teddy, are you all right?&rdquo; asked Amelia, scanning him for injuries.&nbsp; Finding none, she sat him on a wrought-iron bench before crouching in the gutter to retrieve her cell.&nbsp; She smelled exhaust and felt wet leaves as she groped under the car.&nbsp; &ldquo;Don&rsquo;t be broken,&rdquo; she muttered.&nbsp; &ldquo;Please please please.&rdquo;&nbsp; She breathed a silent thank you for her phone&rsquo;s &mdash; and her</span><span> </span><span>brother&rsquo;s&mdash; safety as she glanced at the text still shining on the screen. &nbsp;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Walking back to the bench, Amelia tripped on the uneven sidewalk and almost crashed into a sporting goods store.&nbsp; She put her hands on the window to break her fall and looked up to see a flyer framed between them.&nbsp; In bright red letters the poster shouted, &ldquo;DO YOU LOVE TO SKI?&rdquo;&nbsp; Yeah, Amelia thought, straightening up, I&rsquo;ve been doing it since I was two.&nbsp; &ldquo;PANTHER&rsquo;S PEAK IS LOOKING FOR INSTRUCTORS FOR THE UPCOMING SEASON!&rdquo; &nbsp;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;I would love to do that, thought Amelia.&nbsp; I just got my license, so I could even drive myself up there.&nbsp; If only I wasn&rsquo;t stuck with my brothers all the time.&nbsp; She slipped her phone into her jacket pocket and sat down beside Teddy.&nbsp; &ldquo;You&rsquo;re okay,&rdquo; she said, squeezing his shoulder, &ldquo;the siren&rsquo;s gone.&rdquo;&nbsp; Amelia pulled his hands away from his ears and looked up the street for her younger brother.&nbsp; &ldquo;David, where are you?&nbsp; David?&rdquo;&nbsp; She spied the eight-year-old down the block in his black fireman&rsquo;s suit and hat getting candy from a woman in front of a clothing boutique.&nbsp; She waved for him to join them.</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;I got some great stuff,&rdquo; David said as he slumped onto the bench.&nbsp; &ldquo;But I&rsquo;m exbusted.&rdquo;<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &ldquo;Exhausted, maybe?&rdquo;&nbsp; said Amelia.&nbsp; &ldquo;Here, I&rsquo;ll help you.&rdquo; She reached into his bright orange pumpkin and pulled out some chocolate.&nbsp; She opened a bag of M&amp;M&rsquo;s and poured them into Teddy&rsquo;s hand before unwrapping and biting into a Snickers.&nbsp;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;Stop eating my candy!&rdquo;&nbsp; David exclaimed, sitting up quickly. &ldquo;You&rsquo;ve been stealing it all night.&rdquo;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;It&rsquo;s just a little,&rdquo; said Amelia. &ldquo;Besides, I just saved Teddy&rsquo;s life.&nbsp; For, I don&rsquo;t know, the zillionth time.&nbsp; Don&rsquo;t I deserve a little chocolate?&rdquo;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;Choco choco choco waHAA,&rdquo; said Teddy.</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;See, he thinks so too,&rdquo; said Amelia, stretching toward the pumpkin again.&nbsp; David pulled it close to his chest and hunched his shoulders over the opening.&nbsp; Amelia laughed.&nbsp; &ldquo;We&rsquo;d better hurry,&rdquo; she said, eying the grey clouds overhead.&nbsp; &ldquo;It looks like rain.&nbsp; Let&rsquo;s grab the pizzas and get to Mom&rsquo;s office before it starts.&rdquo;&nbsp; She looked over David&rsquo;s head at the poster again.&nbsp; &ldquo;Can you watch Teddy for two seconds?&nbsp; I&rsquo;m going to run in and grab a flyer.&nbsp; Just stay right here and don&rsquo;t move.&rdquo;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;David nodded, reaching into his pumpkin again.&nbsp; Teddy stared into the distance, muttering &ldquo;waHA waHA!&rdquo; to himself.&nbsp; Amelia paused for a moment, with her hand on the door, before opening it and going inside.&nbsp; A bell tinkled as she entered the store.&nbsp; She passed tennis racquets and fishing rods on her way toward the counter.&nbsp; Swerving to avoid a kayak, Amelia bumped into a clerk.&nbsp; He lowered his snowboarding magazine and asked if she needed any help. &nbsp;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;I&rsquo;d love new ski boots,&rdquo; said Amelia, &ldquo;but not today.&nbsp; I was wondering if you had any more of the flyers like the one in the front window?&rdquo; &nbsp;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;The Panther&rsquo;s Peak one?&rdquo;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;Yeah, about looking for new instructors.&rdquo;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;Sure, we keep them by the register.&nbsp; Let me get one for you.&rdquo;&nbsp; Amelia followed him to the front counter where he handed her the paper.&nbsp; &ldquo;I work there in the winter and it&rsquo;s a lot of fun.&nbsp; You can fill out an application online and print the forms for your parents to sign if you&rsquo;re under 18.&rdquo;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;Thanks,&rdquo; said Amelia, exiting the store.&nbsp; She glanced back to see the clerk watching her, the magazine forgotten by his side.&nbsp; She lingered until the door closed and then turned to see her little brother standing alone. &nbsp;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;Where is he?&rdquo; demanded Amelia, stuffing the flyer into her pocket as she approached David.&nbsp; She felt a familiar dread in her stomach.&nbsp;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;I don&rsquo;t know.&nbsp; I was petting a puppy and he disappeared.&rdquo;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;You know he&rsquo;s afraid of dogs,&rdquo; she snapped.&nbsp; David&rsquo;s lip quivered and he wiped a knuckle across his eye.&nbsp; Amelia added hastily, &ldquo;It&rsquo;s okay.&nbsp; He couldn&rsquo;t have gone far.&rdquo;&nbsp; She scanned the street and heard a screech of brakes behind her and a horn honking angrily.&nbsp; She touched David on the shoulder.&nbsp; &ldquo;That way,&rdquo; she gestured as they turned the corner.</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Teddy was in the middle of an alley, spinning around with his arms extended and his eyes tightly shut.&nbsp; His long fingers touched the sides of two cars that had stopped for him.&nbsp; Amelia felt her heart rate return to normal as she waved apologies to the drivers and pulled her brother back to the curb.&nbsp; &ldquo;Naa!&nbsp; Naa!&rdquo; he shouted as Amelia glanced at the darkening sky again.</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;That&rsquo;s twice today,&rdquo; she muttered and then said to her brothers, &ldquo;let's get dinner and get to Mom before something else happens.&rdquo;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;Choco choco choco waHAA,&rdquo; said Teddy, reaching for David&rsquo;s pumpkin.&nbsp; David gave Teddy a piece and, after hesitating a moment, apologetically offered Amelia his pumpkin.&nbsp; She smirked and pushed his fireman&rsquo;s hat down over his eyes as she popped a lollypop into her mouth.</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;A few minutes later, balancing two pizza boxes and four bottles of lemonade, Amelia buzzed the intercom at the law firm of Robbins, Daniels, and Kraft.&nbsp; &ldquo;It&rsquo;s Amelia. Can you buzz us in?&rdquo;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;Sure thing.&rdquo;&nbsp; The door clicked and they entered the building.&nbsp; They walked up the four flights of stairs into a small lobby.&nbsp; A blonde woman in a tight leopard costume and impossibly high heels was waiting for them.&nbsp; She opened the door and took the pizza boxes.</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;Hi, Claudia,&rdquo; said Amelia to her mother&rsquo;s assistant as they walked into the conference room just off the lobby.&nbsp; Amelia put the drinks on the large oak table that dominated the space.</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;Hi, Amelia, hi boys.&nbsp; Did you take the stairs?&rdquo;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; said Amelia.&nbsp; &ldquo;Teddy hates the elevator.&nbsp; You know that unhappy noise he makes?&rdquo;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;That &lsquo;wa HA&rsquo; thing?&rdquo;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;No, that&rsquo;s his happy sound.&nbsp; The &lsquo;Naa Naa' one.&nbsp; It gets loud in an elevator.&rdquo;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Claudia grimaced.&nbsp; &ldquo;I can see why you take the stairs.&rdquo;&nbsp; She smiled. &ldquo;But he does have great legs!&nbsp; Let me get your mom.&rdquo;&nbsp; She walked to the back door of the room.&nbsp; &ldquo;Stephanie,&rdquo; she called, &ldquo;your kids are here and I&rsquo;m heading out.&nbsp; I&rsquo;m glad you brought food,&rdquo; she said to Amelia as they walked across the lobby.&nbsp; &ldquo;Your mom hasn&rsquo;t eaten all day.&rdquo;&nbsp; She checked her hair and straightened her spotted headband in a mirror before opening the door.</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;See you later,&rdquo; said Amelia.&nbsp; &ldquo;Have fun at your party.&rdquo;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;What makes you think I&rsquo;m going to a party?&rdquo; said Claudia as she winked and waved good-bye.</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;She is going to a party, isn&rsquo;t she?&rdquo; Amelia asked when her mother entered the conference room.&nbsp; She was wearing a beautifully tailored gray suit from several seasons ago.&nbsp; It was unwrinkled and her hair was perfectly in place, but Amelia noticed the dark circles under her eyes. &nbsp;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;Yes, I think so,&rdquo; her mother answered, as she gathered plates and napkins from the cabinet on the side wall.&nbsp; Amelia helped while David dumped his pumpkin on the table and started sorting his candy. &nbsp;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Teddy sat in a chair and started rocking back and forth.&nbsp; &ldquo;Choco choco choco waHAA,&rdquo; he said as he reached for a bag of M&amp;M&rsquo;s.</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;His mother stopped him and handed him a slice of pizza instead.&nbsp; Amelia sat down and took a bite of hers, asking her mother about her day.</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Amelia listened half-heartedly, letting her mind wander.&nbsp; She heard the expected rain and looked to see it beating against the oversized front window.&nbsp; When her mother finished by saying she would be working a lot more in the upcoming months, Amelia snapped to attention.&nbsp;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;I was hoping to get a job this winter.&rdquo;&nbsp; She pulled the crumpled flyer out of her pocket.&nbsp; &ldquo;Teaching skiing at Panther&rsquo;s Peak.&nbsp; Can I?&rdquo;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;May I?&rdquo; corrected her mother.</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;May I?&rdquo; said Amelia. &nbsp; &ldquo;It sounds like so much fun!&nbsp; It would be great for college applications, too, and to make a little money.&rdquo;&nbsp; She handed the paper to her mother, who smoothed it out before picking up her reading glasses to look at it.</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;Choco choco choco waHAA,&rdquo; said Teddy.</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;Not yet,&rdquo; said his mother.&nbsp; &ldquo;Eat more pizza.&rdquo;&nbsp; She looked up from the paper.&nbsp; &ldquo;Oh honey,&rdquo; she said.&nbsp; &ldquo;I&rsquo;d love for you to do this, but&hellip;&rdquo;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;Don&rsquo;t say no,&rdquo; interrupted Amelia.&nbsp; &ldquo;You always say not to make decisions when you&rsquo;re tired.&nbsp; Think about it.&rdquo;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;Is it that obvious?&rdquo; asked her mother, with a wan smile.&nbsp; &ldquo;I&rsquo;m sorry, but I don&rsquo;t have to think about it.&nbsp; I&rsquo;m going to be needing your help with the boys more over the next few months.&nbsp; The answer is no.&rdquo;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;Help more?!&rdquo; exclaimed Amelia, jumping up.&nbsp; Her empty plate flew across the table, toward her brothers.&nbsp; David looked up from his pile of candy, but Teddy ignored it and kept rocking, muttering, and eating his pizza.&nbsp; &ldquo;I already baby-sit them almost every single day!&nbsp; You don&rsquo;t let me do anything!&rdquo;&nbsp; She ticked items off her fingers.&nbsp; &ldquo;Can, sorry, <em>may</em> I do the tennis team?&nbsp; No.&nbsp; <em>May</em> I do ski racing?&nbsp; No.&nbsp; <em>May</em> I do the drama club?&nbsp; No.&rdquo;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;I think there&rsquo;s enough drama,&rdquo; murmured her mother, as she put down the flyer and took a sip of lemonade.&nbsp; She gathered several empty candy wrappers and flattened them.&nbsp; &ldquo;You&rsquo;re in the French club.&rdquo;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;Yeah, one thing.&rdquo;&nbsp; Amelia spread her fingers on the table and took a deep breath, trying to be reasonable.&nbsp; &ldquo;Couldn&rsquo;t we hire someone to help with the boys?&rdquo;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;I would, but money is tight right now and I can&rsquo;t afford it.&rdquo;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;Dad could help.&rdquo;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;Da da da da,&rdquo; said Teddy.</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;Hush, sweetheart,&rdquo; said his mother.&nbsp; She snorted and crushed the wrappers in her fist.&nbsp; &ldquo;He could.&nbsp; But he won&rsquo;t.&nbsp; He&rsquo;s too busy snorkeling or sky-diving or whatever.&rdquo;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Amelia ignored her mother&rsquo;s comment.&nbsp; She had heard it too many times before.&nbsp; &ldquo;I could help.&nbsp; I&rsquo;d be making money.&nbsp; And I can drive now too.&nbsp; Dad gave me his old Jetta.&rdquo; &nbsp;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;Yes, when he bought himself that Lexus he can&rsquo;t afford.&nbsp; His midlife crisis wasn't cheap.&rdquo;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;You don&rsquo;t mind me having a car when I&rsquo;m driving the boys around,&rdquo; muttered Amelia as she grabbed her plate and walked across the room to put it in the trash.&nbsp; She took an Almond Joy and M&amp;M&rsquo;s from David&rsquo;s candy as she sat back down and picked up the flyer.&nbsp; A snowboarder and a skier both had bright red jackets and big toothy smiles and looked like they didn&rsquo;t have a care in the world.&nbsp; I really want to do this, thought Amelia.&nbsp; &ldquo;I need to do this,&rdquo; she said out loud.&nbsp; &ldquo;Not just for college applications.&nbsp; I need to get out of the house.&rdquo;&nbsp; And away from autism, she thought.&nbsp; &ldquo;I love Teddy, but he&rsquo;s exhausting,&rdquo; she said, unwrapping the candy.&nbsp; &ldquo;He&rsquo;s always moving.&nbsp; Spinning.&nbsp; Jumping.&nbsp; Running around.&nbsp; He&rsquo;s never still!&nbsp; And he always wants me to do something.&nbsp; Draw.&nbsp; Cut.&nbsp; Color.&nbsp; It&rsquo;s not what I want to do all day, every day.&nbsp; But if I&rsquo;m not watching him every second, he&rsquo;ll cut up my stuff.&nbsp; I have to hide all the scissors.&rdquo;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;Is that why I can never find any?&rdquo;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;He&rsquo;s always making noises, too,&rdquo; continued Amelia.&nbsp; &ldquo;Singing, mumbling, whatever.&nbsp; Do you have any idea what it&rsquo;s like to have to play the <em>Rubber Duckie</em> song a million times a day for your twenty-year-old brother?&nbsp; It drives me crazy!&rdquo;&nbsp; She put the candy in her mouth and folded her arms across her chest. &nbsp;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;Duck, duck, choco waHAA,&rdquo; said Teddy.</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;See?&rdquo; said Amelia.&nbsp; &ldquo;Here you go.&rdquo;&nbsp; She opened the M&amp;M&rsquo;s and handed them to her brother.&nbsp; &ldquo;Please, Mom!&rdquo;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;I know it&rsquo;s hard, honey.&rdquo;&nbsp; Her mother took her glasses off and rubbed her eyes.&nbsp; &ldquo;Believe me,&nbsp; I know.&rdquo;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;Jody comes over some days to work with him,&rdquo; said Amelia.&nbsp; &ldquo;Can&rsquo;t he just stay with her?&rdquo;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&ldquo;We&rsquo;ve talked about this.&nbsp; Her agency requires someone to be there with them.&nbsp; You know the person has to be a family member or over eighteen,&rdquo; said her mother.&nbsp; She held out her hands, palms facing Amelia.&nbsp; &ldquo;That&rsquo;s their rule, not mine.&nbsp; I&rsquo;m sorry, honey, I really am.&nbsp; But I just don&rsquo;t see how it could work.&rdquo;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;You just see me as a babysitter and I&rsquo;ll be stuck caring for Teddy my whole life!&rdquo;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;Amelia Alison Anderson!&nbsp; You know that&rsquo;s not true.&rdquo;</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Yeah, right, thought Amelia.&nbsp; She pushed back her chair and walked over to the window. She watched a few last trick-or-treaters hurrying by on the sidewalk below.&nbsp; She could see a family in matching costumes rushing to get out of the rain.&nbsp; The father, dressed as Captain Hook, held an umbrella over a pint-sized Peter Pan, who was dancing to make an even smaller Tinkerbell laugh.&nbsp; She threw a stuffed crocodile out of her stroller and he picked it up and handed it to her.&nbsp; The mother, a nightgown-clad Wendy, kissed a baby pirate as she settled him into his car seat.&nbsp; That&rsquo;s how a family should be, thought Amelia.&nbsp; The older brother is helping his sister and the dad&rsquo;s protecting them all.&nbsp; Nothing like us.&nbsp; She sighed and put her forehead on the glass.&nbsp; She could see a watery version of her mother in its reflection.&nbsp; You may not see how it could work, thought Amelia, but I can.&nbsp; She looked at the father again, who was shaking his umbrella and getting into the minivan. &nbsp; And I do have another parent who can sign a form.</span></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Ode to Books]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.sherimiltenberger.com/writing/ode-to-books]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.sherimiltenberger.com/writing/ode-to-books#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Tue, 26 Apr 2016 14:10:54 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[book]]></category><category><![CDATA[poem]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.sherimiltenberger.com/writing/ode-to-books</guid><description><![CDATA[It&rsquo;s been said the book is dead.&nbsp; As for me? &nbsp;I disagree.A device may be quite nice.But a book? &nbsp;Open&nbsp;and&nbsp;Look.      &#8203;It&rsquo;s history mystery fantasy wonder.Nice to lend to a good friend,Just inquire, no plugs required!Well-loved tales will never fail to ignite&nbsp;fantastic flights&nbsp;ofimagination,&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;illustration,&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;inspiration.From the past some books still last&nbsp;for ages in worn pages.They conta [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><span>It&rsquo;s been said the book is dead.&nbsp; As for me? &nbsp;</span><br /><span>I disagree.</span><br /><span>A device may be quite nice.</span><br /><span>But a book? &nbsp;</span><br /><span>Open&nbsp;</span><br /><span>and&nbsp;</span><br /><span>Look.</span><br /></div>  <div>  <!--BLOG_SUMMARY_END--></div>  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">&#8203;<span>It&rsquo;s history mystery fantasy wonder.</span><br /><br /><span>Nice to lend to a good friend,</span><br /><span>Just inquire, no plugs required!</span><br /><span>Well-loved tales will never fail to ignite&nbsp;</span><br /><span>fantastic flights&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><span>of</span><br /><span>imagination,</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;illustration,</span><br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;inspiration.</span><br /><br /><span>From the past some books still last&nbsp;</span><br /><span>for ages in worn pages.</span><br /><span>They contain the truth? &nbsp;</span><br /><span>A grain?</span><br /><span>More maybe? &nbsp;</span><br /><span>For one to see</span><br /><span>desires,</span><br /><span>dreams,</span><br /><span>determination.</span></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[﻿A Difference of Degrees]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.sherimiltenberger.com/writing/a-difference-of-degrees]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.sherimiltenberger.com/writing/a-difference-of-degrees#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Fri, 22 Apr 2016 12:50:48 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[poem]]></category><category><![CDATA[ski]]></category><category><![CDATA[weather]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.sherimiltenberger.com/writing/a-difference-of-degrees</guid><description><![CDATA[This was published in an issue of SnowPro, the professional publication for Professional Ski Instructors of America (PSIA), Eastern Division      33&ordm;: LamentationOh Mother Nature, hear our cry!And send some snow down from the sky!We heard it rain all through the nightBut what we want is cold and white.What IS snow? &nbsp;We scarce remember.There's been little since December.We&rsquo;ve made no snowmen, used no sled.Why bother to get out of bed?Oh Mother Nature, grant our plea!Bring us some  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><em><font size="3">This was published in an issue of SnowPro, the professional publication for Professional Ski Instructors of America (PSIA), Eastern Division</font></em><br /></div>  <div>  <!--BLOG_SUMMARY_END--></div>  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">33&ordm;: Lamentation<br />Oh Mother Nature, hear our cry!<br />And send some snow down from the sky!<br />We heard it rain all through the night<br />But what we want is cold and white.<br />What IS snow? &nbsp;We scarce remember.<br />There's been little since December.<br />We&rsquo;ve made no snowmen, used no sled.<br />Why bother to get out of bed?<br />Oh Mother Nature, grant our plea!<br />Bring us some snow so we can ski!<br /><br />68&ordm;: &nbsp;Frustration<br />Oh Mother Nature, what ill-luck!<br />This weather would upset a duck!<br />It&rsquo;s winter now for goodness&rsquo; sake!<br />We beg you to give us a break!&nbsp;<br />Today is windy, wet and warm.<br />They&rsquo;re calling for a thunderstorm!<br />The ski resorts all closed early.<br />In fog and mist it&rsquo;s hard to see.<br />Oh Mother Nature, make it right!<br />Please send us no more rain tonight.<br /><br />31&ordm;: &nbsp;Celebration<br />Oh Mother Nature, thank you so!<br />For giving us this lovely snow!<br />The hills are now all draped in white<br />And glisten in the morning light.<br />The children&rsquo;s faces fill with glee<br />Because from school they all are free.<br />From now at least through March&rsquo;s end<br />Let only snow - not rain - descend.<br />Oh Mother Nature, hail to thee!<br />You brought us snow so we can ski.</div>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>