kaos
I've been cleaning out my office space instead of writing, in celebration of that I thought I would reach into one of these two huge file folders filled with poetry and share one from 1996: And drowsy wishing for that half sleep I wait for what will come
babble
I woke up at 5 AM because my kid decided to head-butt me. In her defense she was sleeping. In my defense I didn't kill anyone for it. But 5 is a full 90 minutes before I had to get up. I could have curled right back into
babble
I quit drinking caffeine a while ago, and I didn't mention it here so much because I wasn't looking forward to the part where I fell on my face in utter and complete caffeine giving up failure and had to come back and tell you all
babble
I forget sometimes that writing is work because I often sit a play at it, letting the words fall from on high when they want to. Writing is a pleasure for me. A comfort. A constant in a life that, though it has been happy, is often tumultuous. So sometimes
babble
First, let me say thank you 2010. You've been pretty fucking awesome. Seriously. As far as the first 11 days of the year go I'm hard pressed to recall better. And I'm busy. And not really the bad busy that makes me crazy because
mommified
It's 31 minutes until my child's bedtime. The big homework packet that she gets at the beginning of the week? It sits half finished on the dining table. She has 3 sheets of paper she's not happy with that she wants to discard and
babble
As I greeted my daughter at school pickup she was all smiles. Glowing. She was proud of herself and all she'd done today, happy to be back with her friends and engaged in their current science project. She bounced toward me and I gave her umbrella to her.
babble
Wow, those last couple of weeks just zipped right by didn't they? What? You don't remember them? The last couple weeks of LAST year, the first few days of THIS year? Yeah. They were quick. And tomorrow is a whole new world! I love my kid.
babble
I woke up suddenly to the sound of an alarm, face blushed and burning, breathing halted momentarily while my body insisted it was still in the dream and my mind raced to figure out what was really going on. Leaning up on one elbow I took stock of the dim
babble
I'm going to share something with you (like I do) and I hope that you won't hold it against me. Because my opinion? My take on the whole 2009 thing? It wasn't so bad. I've had too many people argue with me
babble
we've struggled over the last few years to carve out an office space for me in the house. It's moved around a lot. I've given it up twice to do things with space I thought was more important. Little known fact: Our recording studio
babble
It's entirely possible that what I'm about to write is one of those things that will completely disqualify me from ever being mother of the year, but it's true so I think I'll go ahead and tell you anyway. This part of