Next up, I need a balance beam.Read More
I do not know what my parents were thinking. One day they had a typical (albeit moody, depressive, artistic, and rather eclectic in appearance) twenty-some year old daughter, the next they had a daughter with an uncertain future.Read More
Of the shopping cart with the vehicle on the front, his hand upon the roof of the puffy-looking, no sharp edges, no danger vehicle, “I don’t want to ride in this. I don’t want anyone to think I am a little kid.”
Those carts used to be sought after by both of us, my savior, my route to peaceful grocery shopping. Alas.
9:06 p.m. We’re on our way back from the grocery store. As we drive down the rainy road, I notice a mother in a window illuminated by florescent light. She loads her dryer. Her hair is tousled. She our neighbor down the way. Don’t really know them too well.
A partly dried lump of laundry waits in my dryer. When I arrive at home, I will run downstairs and turn the dryer back on. I will haul the groceries in on multiple trips through the never-ending mist and rain.Read More
Today, I became an aunt. We, my husband, son and I had been talking about this for months, and especially so the past couple days. This morning, I mentioned that my sibling's baby was born to my son.Read More
Sometimes, you can just wait and live life, and suddenly:
Please and thank you become part of a child's vocabulary. Easy and honest.
Or, maybe a child shares the crispy, salty skin of a roasted chicken with his mother and father. Easy and honest.
Or, maybe you're feeling crummy and a child gives you a hug. A nice, long hug.
Maybe things change and maybe things change in time. In time. Easy and honest.
He is sovereign over himself. So, perhaps he will one day write his own stories. Now, I am careful with and respectful of (as I hope I always was, though he may tell me otherwise, and be right) of the representation of his life.Read More
People have always had tremendous sway in my life. When I've found a place or space, a vocation or an avocation, and I have liked it or I have stuck around with it...it's often because of the people around me.Read More
I fixed the BCS. YEAH! I am resisting putting fixed in "". It was an easy fix, dang it I fixed it! One of the connections to the battery contacts was corroded. I scraped it down with a razor, and had empathy for my dental hygienist.Read More
Not long after that time, I went to a show with a friend, Doug. I can't remember what band we were watching. They were catchy, though. I wore my deceased grandfather's straw cowboy hat. I turned to Doug, and said something like, "F/ck this. No one's dancing, but I am going to. I could be dead." He nodded.
I have been dancing, alone in crowds, since.Read More