Another year, another word…or three
A Word of the Year is a linguistic longterm relationship. Choose wisely.
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Maybe you can go home again
A 24 hour wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am (aside: that’s a horrible phrase, WTF) college visit to my alma mater behind us, I’m exhausted. Jack liked the campus, liked the program to which he’d been admitted, even liked the older than dirt dorms. To …
I’m not giving up
And then February finally ends and the last remaining spark of energetic hope that survived the winter somehow rekindles. This year’s spark is the dimmest in recent years, barely hanging on, a mere shadow of what it could be. February …
The challenge of #BestThingsToday
I seem to be doing my very own personal NaBloPoMo, may it rest in internet peace. I don’t write for weeks, and then November hits and I suddenly feel the urge to throw words against the wall. Or maybe this …
As the sun sets
Sounds like a bad soap opera, doesn’t it? As The Sun Sets. An afternoon drama about the loves and lives of astrologers and astronomers living on a hippie commune found on the 13th floor of a high-rise in Minneapolis. Will …
T.U.S.H.
Trapped Under Something Heavy Way back a billion years ago in Internet Time, in the heyday of bloggers and blogging community, a crafting blogger I followed wrote (explaining an extended absence) that she hadn’t entirely fallen off the face of …
DON’T PANIC
As I have discussed with many folks in my life over many years, I do nothing half-assed. It’s whole-assed or nothing ’round these parts. Unfortunately this also applies to that body part, but that’s a different post for a different …
Music of the spheres
Life is what happens when you’re making other plans. — Allen SaundersPriorities are what unexpectedly change when you’re busy living life. –Me Many years ago, when Andy was barely a year old, I joined a moms group. I was the …
Life with Maude
Last week I started working with a therapist, because boy howdy it was time. My coping and self-care skills were being drowned by the tsunami of life, and I needed help. It was a long time in coming, and I …
Learning happens at the tip of a pencil
Recently I was digging through some old flute music, looking for pieces for students. Two things struck me as I pawed through my filing cabinets. The first was that I couldn’t believe some of the things I had played (omg …