04 Feb Stumbling through the half-light
I think I've written about this before, but...
from my brainpan
14 Jan the terrible dangerous road…
so here's the thing...
07 Jan 410 West Ormsby
When I was in my late twenties I had an apartment in a building in Old Louisville. Actually, I had two different apartments in that building, both on the second floor, the first much smaller than the second, but they were among my favourite apartments ever....
31 Dec Things I love (in 400 words) 2017 Edition.
I love? Tanya, for inspiring the 400 words blog...
23 Dec The Writing Mug
I broke my favourite mug. I was doing dishes. As I reached across the counter to place my mug on the drying mat, it smacked the bottom of a pint glass. "Shit!" I thought I'd broken the pint glass. When I realized I had, in fact, taken a...
07 Nov And now for something frivolous…
I'm on a quest. A treasure hunt, really. I desperately need to find a shampoo and conditioner that works well for fine hair, in a super humid climate, where the water smells like chlorinated swamp. Any ideas? Now, part of the problem is hormones. I've been pregnant, and/or...
29 Oct For you.
Back in 2010, when we were getting ready to send my poetry collection off to the printer, one of my editors/partners said "what about a dedication?" I spent a couple days deliberating and then sent her this: for?you. and you. you, you, you. And oh yes! You! She laughed at me....
22 Oct Me. Too.
Oh. You too? Yah. Me too. It's a conversation I've had with many friends, many times. But the first time I talked about it, I was ice skating with one of my closest friends. Round and round the rink we skated,?slowly gliding across the ice. We were...
08 Oct A handful of lemons.
It's inevitable. Some things are just disappointing. not how we envisioned. downright sad-making. It happens. Things don't always go the way we plan them. I'm pretty flexible. I go with the flow. But every one in awhile, I've met up with something that does not go quite...
01 Oct But if I’m sleeping… I’ll miss stuff!
It's been a rough week A week of tantrums (his) and tears (ours.) Of deep breaths (mine.) and strained patience (also mine.) We've not had enough sleep. Actually, the past two weeks we've not had enough sleep. Ummm. That's a lie. it's always. We always do not sleep...