Category Archive: life

Books. But also, spilt milk

Where to even begin? Let’s start with all the books. All of them. Because that’s what I’ve been doing since I last posted. Reading and reading and reading. In between books, somehow my… Continue reading

Classic investigation

I’ve been dabbling in the classics lately… Dabbling, when I imagine what that word would look like as a sketch, is a lot like toes in a koi pond. Don’t you think? How… Continue reading

Dancing with chaos: An Ode to Mom

There is always things to discuss when it’s Mother’s Day. Moms, obviously. Things that kids do that stress Moms out like a mother-fucker. Cursing. Stress. Wine (because let’s be realistic). It’s quite like… Continue reading

Ghost baby: or how I am not the Boss

I slowly and extremely carefully walked upstairs, hesitating on the landing before the last few steps. I shuddered at the thought of what I’d see there. I knew it was there. I could… Continue reading

Dreaming

With increasing frequency, I have been dreaming of books. And I am blaming it all on Laura Ingalls Wilder. She celebrated a birthday last week and since then I haven’t been able to… Continue reading

Starlight

Dusky love, skies. Dusty love, bound pages. Love. Filmy evening skies make it hard for me to read by starlight. But still I try. My eyes sting and burn. I strain. I need… Continue reading

Aratus

“Mother. Seriously. Why. WHY.” I muttered under my breath as I stepped over the tree-root cracked pavement It was a whole morning ritual for me. If the blame was deflected, it made it… Continue reading

How my life is like a sunbeam: Deliver Me Applause.

You know that applause? You can deliver it right over here. Mostly because I am still alive after an enormous parenting fail. One so huge that my husband had to actually point it… Continue reading

Pinterest: A Cautionary Tale

Pinterest is a land full of things that I mostly never make. But I like to look at. I think of it sort of like a china cabinet, full of curios. Things people… Continue reading

Wherein I fixate on something ridiculous…

Sometimes I can be an extremist. Sort of. Ok, just about the ridiculous. I’m pretty laid-back about politics, the news, excessive use of ‘adorbs’. But get me started on girl shit? Queue picture… Continue reading

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