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.
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 →
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 →
I wrote about putting my cat, Scully, down on Monday. And then today, I realized that my beloved dog, Quint, the one that I mentioned not even being able to write about yet, had died five years ago today. Seems like it’s time to start processing that loss. So, here’s a little bit of what he was like, my buddy,… Read more →
We had to say goodbye to Scully today. I’m not a cat person, but she was all my sister and I could have in our little apartment back in 1998. I had her before I had Todd, or a house, or kids. Read more →
I’m having one of those evenings where I feel very lucky, but yet I can’t stop the tears rolling down my face. I can feel lucky and sad at the same time, apparently. My family is happy and healthy. I have my parents and my sister, and my husband and children, and they are all fine. Still, I find myself looking up… Read more →