Drunk Dialing
In the effort to dismiss such things as my “reputation” as a writer; in keeping with he communal effort that is blogging, I am now indulging a sort of inebriated form of posting which, like drunk-dialing, is the solitary outreach of an intoxicated, lonely person with access to the tools of technology. It’s a blast […]
How do you do it?
How do you do it? You with the kids up your arse and the lawn needing mowing and the bathtub black with dirty footprints? How do you keep on blogging when there’s a child-led high jacking of your Mom-life?
It is officially the first day of Summer in that there is no need to be […]
Summer
G is conducting a countdown. Since the beginning of the week she has been reminding me of the minutes left in the dwindling school year. Each morning over breakfast cereal or an Eggo waffle she declares that, “Today is Monday and that means there are only five more days. How many minutes is that, Mom?” […]
Time Will Tell
Now that I’m spending ridiculous amounts of time with various therapists, hired guns intent on fixing the inner turmoil, I’m learning that there are certain things that generally define a therapy experience. First there is the noise machine that fills the waiting room with crashing waves, chirping crickets, the strains of Tchaikovsky. It is an […]
Literary healing
I need to say a heartfelt thanks to you all who have been so kind and supportive these last few weeks. There is some shame and some gamble in letting it all hang out there, to call it what it is and hope that no one reading here will pass judgment on my decision to […]
Nowhere to go but up…
I know I have left you all to linger on a sad, sad post. I apologize for the poignant pause but it’s the time of year that makes me crazy and somewhat resigned to sacrificing the blog in the interest of sanity. Truth is, I can’t quite figure out how to find time to actually […]
Tears Together
I’ve been holed up in my unhappiness and forgotten that the little lives of grade schoolers continue, with all the angst and despair of that fresh age, around me. Admittedly the majority of life has been occurring somewhat off stage for me as I wallow in my own internal drama and so it was tears […]
Make it up to me
Mother Nature can be such a stingy bitch - all Winter, well into Spring. There’s that one moment, in late April when it’s raw and dripping and windy and gray and you decide it’s just too late for her to make it up to you, that you’ve just plain given up hoping for something better […]
At least the athlete
It was Sunday afternoon and from his bedroom Timmy could hear the human silence in the old house, the groan and creak of old floor boards, his parents walking paces around each other, careful to enter the kitchen only when the other was safely in the living room. He thought their aggressive but furtive avoidance […]
