This morning, after dropping my daughter off for her last day of second grade, my son and I were engaged in one of our typical drive-to-school chats. "Mommy, can you tell me a scary story? How about 'The Haunted Rock' or 'The Broken Elevator in the Toy Store,' can you tell me those scary stories, and make them ...
"Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example,'The night is shattered and the blue stars shiver in the distance.' The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her..." -Pablo Neruda *** Tomorrow, it will be one week. One week since I got a call from a ...
Merry Christmas Eve. Right now, I am celebrating by typing in my office (read: bed. It is so warm and cozy in here! I have THIS on my lap!) and listening to the three people whom I love the most as they play downstairs. They are playing Yo Gabba Gabba and something called Bunchems and beautiful, blessed music. I ...
'tis true. I know that I have been quiet this week, and it is because I have had to be. A lot has been going on, but we are OK. I promise. And as of tomorrow, we will be off...we will have gone fishin' as they say. And so, HERE is where you can find so many of my stories that ...
This weekend was the first that the fierce cold really whipped me in the bones. It has been dancing around, and gotten close, but this weekend it hit me, and got under my skin. We spent most of the time holed up at home, in our cozy fuzzy living room. When we went outside for some brief ...
Tonight, as I toweled myself off after my shower, this old post popped into my head. As I looked in the mirror I saw tired eyes, hair that has not been washed since Monday morning (which is a new record, even for me. And no, Twin, it doesn't even look dirty) and I thought to myself, threadbare. The real ...
When I wrote The hardest post I've ever written, I wrote about my struggles with peri- and postpartum depression. But in it, I proclaimed that the hardest part of the hardest post was having to type the following words: I can no longer have children. In it I also wrote how incredibly grateful I am for having ...
Watching my kid as she dances around the living room, belting out "Oh Yoko", while wearing her footsie pjs and a faux leopard hat, I know that his memory most certainly is a blessing.
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