I was sitting on the back stoop with Brody in the backyard. I’ve sat there every nice day (and a few rainy ones) for weeks now, and not noticed these rocks to my right. I mean, I saw the rocks, they help cover the runoff from the eaves and where the grass won’t grow up near our woodpile. So, I’m sitting there watching Brody and eating a handful of almonds and then I started noticing all this . . . Seems the kids at Tiller’s backyard birthday party took a sharpie to our rocks and I didn’t even notice.
You can’t help but smile when the rocks are smiling back at you.
Rock art by Liliana, Tristan, Tiller, and Trinity.
and Brook, Scarlett, Leah, and Milo. . .
And Emmy, Mia, Ingrid, Rollie, and Sydney.
So, I totally brag on the girlchild, because she is so good and productive and so unlike me that I am in constant amazement that she came out of my vagina. I wrote this about her on Facebook today: The Tills absolutely slays me sometimes. In addition to this All-Love-Zentangle (I had to look it up, too) masterpiece, it is Friday… Read more →
I took the kids to dinner tonight. (El Mat, our go-to Mexican place. We’re regulars; we actually get The Usual.) So, I was tired and a little stressed, but I always try to put down the phone and listen when the kids are talking about school. And tonight, for whatever reason, The Boy brought up a kid at school. We’ll… Read more →
There are moments, when you have children, that you want to capture in time like a fossil. You want to be able to pull it out at a moment’s notice, hard and solid, and still exactly like that moment you experienced, suspended in time. I had one of these moments tonight. I drank wine and played ZZ Tops’ “Tres Hombres”… Read more →
Clairee: “Why do you give all these to me?” Ouiser Boudreaux: “Somebody’s gotta take em, I hate em, I try not to eat healthy food if I can possibly help it.” Anelle: “Then why do you grow them?” Ouiser: “Because I’m an old Southern woman and we’re supposed to wear funny looking hats and ugly clothes and grow vegetables in… Read more →
May I learn from The Past, but not let it define me. May I find strength and clarity in The Present. May I find peace in The Future. Read more →
I went hiking on Saturday. A couple of the people I was staying with at a cabin were hung over, and one had to write a paper. I went by myself. I like hiking by myself. No chit chat; just me and my thoughts. My plan was to walk about a half a mile to trailhead for an easy hike… Read more →
Radio, video Boogie with a suitcase Your livin’ in a disco Forget about the rat race Let’s do the milkshake, sellin’ like a hotcake Try some buy some fee-fi-fo-fum Talk about, pop musik Talk about, pop musik – M (Oh, yes. Yep. I sure did.) I read this article, Hit Charade, in The Atlantic this morning. (Oddly, it was written last… Read more →
The girl and I had dinner al fresco by the garden tonight. T: “When I get a phone, i want a pink one.” Me: “It’s gonna be a while before you get your own phone.” T: “How old were you when you got your own phone?” Me: “Um, well, in my late 20s. We didn’t have cel phones until then.”… Read more →
When my grandfather died, we cleaned out his house, and there was just. so. much. stuff. Stuff that felt important and that I knew I should save, and I couldn’t make a decision about at the time. I put it away in boxes, and they ended up in the basement. The basement flooded. Much to Todd’s chagrin, none of my… Read more →