Every year, holidays come and go. Every year, people decorate their houses and yards for various of the holidays. And every year, I drive past hundreds and hundreds of these decked-out residences. And yet not until this year did this particular symbolic revelation occur to me. Are the relevant phenomena more pronounced this year — or is there something in…
For half a century I have been translating my thoughts into prose and verse: history, drama, philosophy, romance, tradition, satire, ode, and song; all of these I have tried. But I feel I haven’t given utterance to the thousandth part of what lies within me. When I go to the grave I can say, as others have said, “My day’s…
I wrote this piece a few weeks ago in honor of a friend of ours who has since passed away. I thought I would share it here in the hopes that it would bless my readers. * * * * * I sit in stunned silence in the morning sunlight, turning the words over and over in my head –…
The text comes while I am feeding my baby her bottle. Hey guys decision has been made and we did not get the house. Let’s see if anything good comes up for this weekend. I had been expecting it, honestly. The house we looked at last weekend had been big, with a huge garage and decent-sized yard, a roomy den,…
(I was going to write this post yesterday, but April was crying and wouldn’t get to sleep, so I couldn’t. You’ll see just how fitting… or perhaps ironic? that fact is…) Every afternoon, I make myself a yogurt shake. Blend 3/4 cups of plain yogurt, 1/4 cup milk, a packet of stevia, 2 tablespoons cocoa powder, a tablespoon of stevia-sweetened…
If where you are is much like where I am, it doesn’t seem much like springtime. And it isn’t — we’re still in the middle of winter. So what’s up with that title for this post? Because I want to introduce my own little piece of springtime to you all — my April Ruby! Born Thanksgiving Day, April is our…
5:30 am — Baby wakes up and starts squirming and smacking her lips. Drowsy, I feed her until she falls back to sleep. 7:30 am — Baby wakes up and is hungry again. I feed her, then slip out of bed to pack lunch for her daddy. 7:50 am — Baby fusses. Not really crying, just complaining. I come back…
It’s funny how your perspective can change sometimes. I’ve always liked sad movies and books, and yet a few years back I wrote about how for awhile I couldn’t stand them after several very sad things happened in my own life. Now I’m back to loving sad things again, but lately a new change has occurred to my entertainment tastes.…
It’s been two weeks since I posted. Since I did any writing, really, unless you count a bit of poetry in the wee hours of one sleepless morning. Now I’m finally here again, not at my desk–no, I’m in bed, with a wiggly baby in a onesie with smiling rainclouds on it lying next to me and Tom Chapin playing…
It’s been a long time since I’ve sat down to write here–or really to write anything. While I was pregnant, I was having so many issues that I couldn’t sit up for longer than a few minutes at a time, so that really put a damper on my computer use. Then I had my baby, on July 5th, a beautiful…