After three years
My dad died from Parkinson’s. Not a Parkinson’s-related injury, like a fall or choking, but in his sleep Parkinson’s crept in and killed him.
Everyday Life
Sunrise, Sunset
Letting go, especially when you’ve raised some seriously complex kids, is more emotionally confusing than I expected. Of course, parenting this crew is entirely more everything than I expected, so it’s ironic that this has caught me by surprise.
Still Laughing at Chaos
I have no clue how this is gonna shake out over time, but the roadtrip of life is a lot more fun with someone riding shotgun.
Don’t let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya
Usually on New Year’s Eve Day I’m nostalgic for the year about to end, remembering the good days and hoping I’d done right by my time on the earth. Not yesterday. Much like 2011, 2023 can fuck right off and …
Another year, another word…or three
A Word of the Year is a linguistic longterm relationship. Choose wisely.
Recombobulation
I love the idea of the Recombobulation Station, a place to pause, breathe, and put things to rights.
Shoo fly don’t bother me
So with a slight whimper I sigh, lift my paper bag of banana peels high, and once more into the breach go I.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Writing makes me happy and I’m happy to welcome it back into my life.
On the first day
It was Thanksgiving before I had a chance to take a deep breath and realize just why things felt so out of control. Because they were out of control. 2021 was a bad year for so, so many and The …