Not me. My kids. Two of them are wandering around the house in various states of moan. Nobody is vomiting--this is what luck feels like. They ache, they leak, they cough, and they remind me of sweet, listless zombies. Poor dears. The house feels small and tight, not because of sick zombie children but because… Continue reading Sick Daze
I'm reading a very terrible book. It's a review book, so I can't tell you what it is or who wrote it. I can't even warn you not to waste your time! Not yet, anyway. But please know, I am suffering for the sake of readers everywhere. I am taking on the unpleasant task of… Continue reading Book Woes
"High tide! Time to move out into the glorious debris. Time to take this life for what it is!" -Barbara Kingsolver It's raining today, and cold, and birthdays are great. Even this one, which is mostly marked by leaving work to pick a sick boy up from school. Luckily, he's not that sick. And a… Continue reading Happy Birthday to me. And to Rebecca, and to Barbara Kingsolver.
We aren't an active family. I mean, we do stuff. Just not a lot of stuff. Sometimes it feels like a lot of stuff. But usually it feels that way because it's a lot of stuff at the same time. But today, oh, today. Today is...fine. It isn't great, it isn't bad, it's just a… Continue reading Sunday Afternoon and Life Is the Opposite of Malaise
I used to love swimming, and then I didn’t. We’d go the beach and I’d be happy on the sand, maybe wade up to my thighs. I rarely even took off the sundress slipped over my bathing suit (or, more usually, the yoga top paired with skirted bikini bottoms). Was it a body image thing?… Continue reading Kicking the Ass of the New Year
This is a problem I've never really had. Yesterday I went on a school field trip with my oldest son, and the ride home took two hours longer than usual for a total of four hours on a shrill, cramped, steamy school bus. (Oh, how I appreciate my own particular kids after spending the day… Continue reading What to do with all this money?
Here's a short story I wrote. Actually it's the first chapter of a novel I've given up on. It was previously published on an online literary site I should've researched more thoroughly before submitting to. Mute Twenty years later, Samantha wouldn't remember his face. She wouldn't remember the slight cleft in his upper lip, or… Continue reading Mute
I keep wandering into the kitchen and trying to fill my food craving. After eating a short bread cookie and a handful of salt and vinegar chips I realize - I'm just very tired. It's not a food craving, it's a sleep craving. I didn't get much last night. My nose is stuffed up so… Continue reading Oh.
I know I'm ready for spring when I strip our bed of its flannel sheets. Not just to wash and replace, but to tuck away in the dark recesses of the linen/BB gun closet until the temperature drops next fall. I've been waking up in the tiny hours with a sharp craving for smooth, cool… Continue reading Seasonal Daze
Way back in my time, you'd listen to the radio. Your mom would wake you up with a whisper - "Snow!" - and you'd bounce to the living room radio and do your best to find a station that was announcing school closing, holding your breath and standing very still on just your right foot.… Continue reading Snow Daze