k
On the top floor of our house is a guest room. A dresser sits in the middle of the room, like an island. Atop that dresser is a red towel and atop that towel is a blue and red plastic cage. Inside that cage? Lives our holiday house guest, a
childhood
When last I wrote to you, oh gentle readers, I was in the throes of a what to wear crisis. I had a long day ahead of me and I had to dress myself for two very special, very important, very different events. The one I did mention was the
childhood
Friday night as we were just wrapping up the recording of Strange Love my phone rang. It was upstairs and on silent but I could hear it vibrating on the side board in the dining room. Since we stop recording around midnight I thought it was a little odd that
life
Today as you read this on your Friday... it's not my Friday. My Friday was yesterday (which is right now as I write this). It's so heavenly to have Friday come an entire day early. Tomorrow when I'm supposed to wake up to get
family
It was a rare night for me, instead of the normal weeknight where I settle down to a family meal then tuck my little one into bed I went out with friends. We started by meeting up with the Our PDX folks for a drink (possibly two) and then moved
drama
It's funny what we pass on to our kids, and I say that sitting at the computer eating cold chicken fried rice out of a Chinese take out container. For breakfast. I remember walking in the kitchen as a kid and seeing my dad lean against the counter
k
Some days are more important than others when you look at the big picture, and I'm sure someday when I look at that picture this particular day may not mean as much as it does right now... A little before 10 AM I headed out with Missburrows to
cat
It was morning, K and I had just finished eating breakfast and I had a ton of things to do before our busy day got underway. K went downstairs and brought up one of the heavy blankets we use for picnics and laid it down on the floor. Next she
k
I don't have it in me today to talk about things I want to talk about. The things I should be talking about, thinking about. I put K to bed 3 hours ago and still she's wakeful. Crying and wakeful... Refusing to sleep. and there is
k
nerves. funny things. You never know what's going to set them off. I realized a couple of days ago that K's school is starting in 2 1/2 weeks. That's plenty of time to do nothing and mess around, but to get all her
naked
The other night as I lay curled in post coital bliss Dr Normal stroked my hair and told me that I might want to put my clothes on... Sigh. He stood up and went to the bathroom and listening to the sound of the water running in the sink I
books
This afternoon we took a trip to the grocery store and before we made it to the bakery to get bread we were confronted by a bin of books on sale. K began to sift through them almost unconsciously asking if she could have one. I looked through the bin