Tyger

Tiger tiger, burning bright In my closet while I write. Will I share you with the world Or keep you hidden from its might? In closets deep and skies so fair I catch… Continue reading

NYE

The more I dwell on this New Year and the usual things people like to talk about as it starts, the more I am convinced that verbalizing choices is ruining. I mean air… 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

Stars at my side

Evenings like these, when the rain drips and drops. (It falls a little differently in Florida then it does in Canada.) I feel the lack of my family more than ever. Not MY… 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

My life is a {book} party

I’ve read tons of books. Probably close to an actual ton, if I calculated out over the past several decades. I’m not one with discerning taste either. I will read EVERYTHING. Case in… 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

The Event.

So a few weeks ago, there was An Event. In my house. On my stairs. Sounds dramatic, right? Well, it was. I almost DIED. (This may be a slight exaggeration) After one of… Continue reading

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