Selfish, One Week A Year
Later this summer my menfolk are heading to the wilds of northern Wisconsin for a week of Boy Scout camp. Let us now fall to our knees and bow our heads in reverence, allowing the power and meaning of those …
Just for me
And that day is here
One of the hardest things about blogging about your kids is knowing where to draw the privacy line. At some point their stories become theirs alone, and no longer something I can conscientiously share. We hit that stage maybe a year …
Making time to find time
Thank you to everyone who emailed or commented or left me a message on the Facebook page about my continuing search for why am I so damned tired all of the time? answers. Eventually I’ll find some and can move forward, hopefully with …
Living IRL
I was having a conversation with Andy the other day, discussing what life skills he would need to have to be a productive adult in today’s society. He eventually just sighed sadly and said, “Life is hard.” I managed to …
Never Say Never The Sequel
Stop. Freeze. Don’t move. Somewhere on your body, maybe someplace you cannot easily reach, you have an itch. NO! Don’t scratch it. You can’t. You won’t. Because you promised that you wouldn’t until sometime in the future and you don’t …
Mindful of the year
It’s a new year, time for a new word. But not just any word. My Word Of The Year (cue fireworks and inspirational music and dancers and please let’s not forget the hula-hooping llamas this year, m’kay?). For the last …
Blog drift
My friend Pamela has a phrase that so perfectly sums up what and how I’m feeling right now it’s as though she lives in my head. It’s… Hold that thought. Everyone should have a friend like Pamela. Though we live a thousand …
About that twice-exceptional radio interview
Sometimes I sits and thinks and sometimes I just sits. And sometimes I quits a job and sits wondering if I did the right thing and the universe responds with a big YES by throwing something in my lap so …
A kinder, gentler NaBloPoMo
I’m mellowing in my middle age. Last week I missed a day of NaBloPoMo and it only irked me a tiny bit. No guilt over it, no writing shame spiral, just oops and done. Today I’m thumb-typing this post between …
Today I played a concert.
A few years ago (ok, a LOT of years ago), I wrote a short piece about playing a concert. Go read that, and pretend I wrote it today. Because today I did play a concert. Not orchestra, which is what I …