Lisa Geichman Prosek

The smell of saddle leather thrilled me as Patches, my very own pony, stepped along the gravel road. Her brown and white head slowly bobbed up and down next to Pa’s as he led us around the block on which sat the little green house he shared with Nanny. Short for six years old, I […]

Writing is tough. Who would disagree with that? But, for me, the least of the difficulty occurs when I’m at the keyboard putting one word after another. And that process can be so difficult that my straight hair nearly curls because my brain’s pushing so hard. What’s even more difficult is getting my butt, brain, […]

By the time I held newborn Carter in my arms, it was all over. He’d won my heart. But getting there was quite a journey. All I could think about when I saw the photo of my daughter and son-in-law holding a positive pregnancy test was how I was going to look sitting in a […]

On June 29, 2008, at 3:29 p.m., while I strolled through Barnes & Noble, a Red Hot Chili Peppers CD caught my eye. I picked it up and examined it as “Phyllis Geichman” popped up on my phone’s screen. I sighed. Mom wanted to talk. I was busy trying to find a gift for a […]

One time when I was a little girl, I asked Dad how fires spread from one tree to another. He described the process during a twenty-minute orientation about physical and chemical properties. Dad’s a chemist, and he knows about these things. I’d posed the question on our weekly trip to the doctor’s office to get […]

I hold my ten-month-old grandson, Carter, in my arms as we stand by the door waving good-bye to his parents for the evening. I’m not strong and find Carter so heavy that I can hardly hold him. Still, I manage to let loose with one hand and wave. I don’t much like doing it. I […]

Every morning after Romey, my fourteen-year-old toy poodle, has been pottied, fed, watered, medicated, and loved on, he and I go into the office and take our normal places on the loveseat. I set to work while Romey pretends to doze off. He gives me ten minutes to get fully involved in reading or writing. […]

Money’s tight these days, but I needed some summer footwear. So, when I heard about $2.50 shoes for sale at a widely known specialty-clothing store, I had to pick up a pair. Now, every morning I slide my feet into the plain rubbery black flip-flops. The distinct sound they make as I walk around the […]

It hit me as I walked through the master bedroom of our cozy little suburban ranch house on a clear autumn Saturday afternoon a few years ago. My husband, John, stood out in the backyard laughing. I peaked through the curtains to see hundreds of bubbles floating in the air. Our two little white toy-poodle […]