December 4, 2017
Stuff I Did When I Wasn’t Here
Couple days off from writing, and I’m ready to get back to it!
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November 16, 2017
The best of both of us
Tonight was one of those nights where I am reminded once again that my darling child consists of a combination of genes from both me and her father. It’s freaky when that happens.
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November 7, 2017
Owl Surgery
Zoe called me in to tuck her into bed last night, and when I walked in I found her frozen and staring down at the sheets. Normally this means she’s discovered a spider or some other bug, or she’s just barfed, or something equally disgusting has just taken place. I steeled myself and asked, “What’s going on?”
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November 4, 2017
Roller coasters are the devil’s handiwork
I accompanied my husband and my child to Six Flags this afternoon and, because I was clearly out of my mind or under the influence of something I wasn’t aware I had ingested, agreed to go on some roller coasters.
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November 3, 2017
It’s not heavy. It’s my backpack.
Yesterday morning, in an effort to help my child who is still struggling with a Halloween hangover, I loaded her laptop and power cord into her backpack and went to move it to the door. I actually grunted when I picked up her pack. The thing has some heft. It’s all Vera Bradley bright flowers and quilted softness, but it’s stuffed to the gills with paper and tech. Then I remembered that she had band today and needed to haul her clarinet in, too. Out of curiosity, I toted everything back to my bathroom and set it all on the scale. Her load clocked in at 26 pounds.
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February 16, 2017
Watch out. She’s writing again.
I finally, for the first time in well over a month, have time and space to write. It feels amazing. And yet, I sit here and struggle to think of some topic worthy of committing to paper. Or screen, rather.
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January 1, 2017
Goodbye, 2016. Hello, 2017.
On the face of it, 2016 stunk it up, and so many of us are happy to see it go. 2016 brought a torrent of cultural and political pain from which the country is still reeling. On a personal level, it wasn’t exactly a banner year, either. As I reflected on the past year over the past week, I found myself scowling and angry, and frightened for what’s to come.
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May 26, 2016
Thursdays
Thursdays have been my Monday lately. Thursdays used to be my Saturday, but for the past month-plus, they are definitely Mondays.
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February 4, 2016
Discussion closed
Hard week, this week. Mostly because Alzheimer’s sucks.
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February 1, 2016
The Motorman
One hundred and two years ago today, my great-grandfather received his union card. John Foley drove a street car, and he was a proud member of the Employes Mutual Benefit Association of the United Railways Company of St. Louis. He was a motorman in the 6th Division. The back of the card says he was 5 feet 10.5 inches tall, and had black hair and blue eyes. The same blue eyes as my grandmother, my father, and my daughter. (I didn’t get so lucky.) (Thanks, Mom.)
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