I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving
I Write To Understand. I Write To Stop Time
When we were growing up, our first crush was so important. And now, just thinking about him makes me want to laugh, but in an affectionate way.
I went to a small Lutheran school affiliated with five churches in St. Louis, and the school had a pretty rigid caste system that felt as strong as India’s caste system. And I was a dalit. If people even talked to me, they were tainted by association.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Futures Past.”
Last night, my dearest Cohiba told me that I helped him make his dream come true. Moving out here with him, doing a job he loves and being in a place he feels challenged and supported has been a dream that has so far not been realized. It made me feel pretty special, honestly, and happy to know he feels so loved.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Kindness of Strangers.”
I have found, more times than I can count, that strangers are unfailingly kind. When I was lost in Paris one night getting off the metro, the old woman who walked me to my hostel was kind. When I was on the phone with my insurance company and the Wee One was screaming in the background, the receptionist was so kind. When I drop things now and she’s in my arms, people are so helpful in retrieving my items and getting settled more securely.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Golden Hour.”
I’m trying to work out a schedule for our transitioning household. Wee One is four months now and I’ve heard that everything will be easier for her if we have a schedule. I’ve tried to come up with one but I hate schedules! I hate being trapped or confined. I think schedules are lame.
But they really are good for people, especially small ones. Especially when we’re moving and so much is changing. I’m also finding they’re good for new moms and their heightened anxiety. So I’m trying to do this schedule.
I know marriage is hard, and parenting is hard, and moving is hard, and being a stay at home mom is hard, and communicating is hard, and living with anxiety is hard and it’s all really hard right now.
I’m not normally one who embraces such an idea when a big change happens in my life, but it’s been going through my head a lot in this last week before we move.
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Having a baby means I don’t get to create and make art like I used to, at least not as much as I want, but I find I’m creating in different ways. In particular, musical ways. There are lot I sing to her every day, songs that fit into different kinds of categories.
My mom is a woman of great faith, and she has often talked about hearing things from God or the Virgin Mary. I’ve had one experience in which I believe God or the Holy Spirit spoke to me, and while I know I could be wrong, I believe I’m right. I think I had another one of those experiences last night.
This is my first Renfaire with the Wee One and the first day was difficult for many reasons. But it’s such an important part of my life that I can’t bear to stop doing it. Like all other things with my Wee One, it’s figuring out how to adjust.
It takes special kind of planning. I’m still breastfeeding so I don’t have to bring special food for her, but I do have to make period appropriate arrangements for naps and physical activity.
And garb, of course. I loved making her garb.
But you need to drink ample water in the days approaching fair, as well as the day of, and be plenty rested.
“If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans.”
I don’t like Woody Allen at ALL, but his quote has been in my mind recently. Cohiba has tentatively accepted a really sweet job offer… In Seattle.
I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving 