Of course I am referring to my belly button.

Or perhaps I’ll call it a finger pocket, as that is what Wee One has taken to using it for.
I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving
I Write To Understand. I Write To Stop Time
Of course I am referring to my belly button.

Or perhaps I’ll call it a finger pocket, as that is what Wee One has taken to using it for.
She’s the best.

Inspiration taken from Things Anxious Mom Said. See what she put!
I haven’t done this in awhile, but why don’t we “share our worlds?!” (I mean, outside of what we already do. Let me know how you would answer these questions, and then go back to the originally poster and let them know, too!!
Are you a traveler or a homebody?
Ooh, I’m a traveler! I love to be on the road! Check out adventures I’ve had under the travel tag!
What kind of TV commercial would you like to make? Describe it.
I think my commercial would be the top 10 trees to climb in the world. So then I would get to travel. There would be location-establishing shots with little labels on the bottom of the screen, then close-up shots of the trees, then talking to arborists about the species of the trees and their virtues, and then a smattering of shots of me climbing the tree. And then the gag reel would be me getting down, as graceful as that is.
Describe yourself in a word that starts with the first letter of your name.
I love alliteration; I can do this all day. Sassy? Sarcastic? Smart? Spirited? Super? Snuggly? Savoring? Spiritual? Studious? Steadfast?
List some fun things for a rainy day.
Sans child: Reading, writing, snuggling, watching TV, drawing, crocheting.
Avec child: Reading (different books though), playing with blocks, coloring, bouncing balls in the basement, rocking and singing by the window, crawling around like bears.
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
I am grateful for some talks Cohiba and I have had.
I’m looking forward to seeing friends in St. Louis next week.
As part of my 52/52 challenge for 2016, I wanted to enter a writing competition before the end of the year, and so I have been working on a story pretty vigorously. Also, since I decided to try my hand at writing more seriously, some time ago, I joined an online author critique community.
Today
I hate the way,
I feel I have naught to say.
I want to report today’s events
But it wasn’t exciting, no suspense
I miss the mountains and woodsy air
And struggle with feeling so lost from where
(I want to be)
‘Tis a time of change, these autumn days
Present-minded in them, may I stay

If we were having coffee, we would talk about the election, even though it isn’t polite to talk politics or religion. You and I talk it, because we feel pretty strongly about it. I was surprised by how bad I felt the morning after the election and scared.
This past Tuesday, during the presidential election when everyone thought Hillary would win, scores of voters covered Susan B. Anthony’s gravestone with “I Voted” stickers. The woman’s suffrage activist (I mean, suffrage for white women; not true suffrage) obviously believed women should and could vote, but could she have imagined voting for a woman president?

Anger is one of the four fundamental human emotions (mad, sad, glad, scared) and is not something I do well.
Wee One is a toddler. So truly a toddler, and it’s only going to get more toddler-y as she goes. I’m more afraid of this phase than any other, I think. I’m afraid I’ll lose my patience or my way, that we’ll lose our bond or connection, and that we will start a lifetime of not liking each other. I wanted to keep positive details about toddler in my mind. To this end, I googled, “in praise of toddlers,” and sadly, didn’t find much.
So I’m writing something.
