marylee fairbanks

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American Mom

I’m a normal American Mom. I drop my son at school, hurry to yoga class, swap kids stories with the bank teller, and destroy the Earth....more

The Princess of Garbage Day

I am cleaning out my basement. I clutch my box of Hefty Ultra-flex Garbage Bags, inhale the musty aroma and repeat the mantra – it’s good to let go....more

Sing Out, Clara

Clara walked onto the stage and took the microphone in hand. She glanced at her first grade teacher in the wings. The mike clunked, and scratched as it brushed up against her purple, pleated skirt....more

Where Sleigh Bells Ring

I lie in my driveway and wave my arms and legs. Harry, my 11 month old boarder collie, jumps on top of me, mouth open, tongue hanging out, smiling.  He steals my hat and runs.  I give up my snow angel and try to get it back....more

Letter From A Bully

I wrote this piece in response to the endless and heartbreaking loop of bullying and suicide in the news.please read and shareLetter From A Bully...more

Crying Upside Down

I am crying upside down.  Tears collect over my lashes then spill along my forehead.  I stick my tongue out to catch one. It’s force of habit. It’s been a difficult couple of days. First, we lost the family dog to illness. Then, the next day, my little boy started school.We drove thought a storm.  The sky flashed then shook with thunder. We yelled "car wash" and made the puddles splash onto the windows. ...more

An Improvised Adventure

“Hey Mama, look!  That roller coaster is running after us!”...more

Squishy THings

My son hates bedtime.  I was the same as a child.  I recall lying with my head under the blankets, blood chilled, the hair on the back of my neck at attention.  I couldn’t tell you what terrified me, but I dreaded being alone in my little room.  ...more

The Princess of Garbage Day

I am cleaning out my basement. I clutch my box of Hefty Unltra-flex Garbage Bags, inhale the musty aroma and repeat the mantra – it’s good to let go....more