The tag line on this blog is “I write to stop time,” and as I get older, I find I want to stop time more and more. (Actually, I don’t know if that’s true. There were moments I loved and wanted to hold onto when I was younger. Of course, I destroyed all my journals from before the accident and those are the memories I don’t have.)
I have to begin letting go.
Right now, Wee One is in a phase when she tells me, “You need me!” which means, “I need you,” or “I want you here with me.”
I used to say that to my mom. I would say, “I wanna hold you.”
Continue reading “Some Days Are Hard”
Can you believe it? Wee One is four years old.
For the past four years and nine months, I have been anxious and worried and freaking out about how I would handle having a baby and then a toddler. All that talk about terrible twos and the threenager threat. I was so worried about being a good mother to her during that time.
Continue reading “Four Years Old”
I had a story idea the other day. It came through one of my favorite avenues: those little pre-sleep dreams.
Continue reading “Dreamlet”
We all wanted the same thing, and I was one of the first ones taken off the rack. A brand new scrunchy. Like the others, I was white decorated with a red emblem. I was edged with a fine, though lengthy, lace trim. A woman bought me and took me to her home. I was so excited to see the world.
Continue reading “Scrunchy Identity Crisis: A Tiny Tale”
I generally don’t like resolutions. But I do like their cousin, annual challenge! I’ve chosen several challenges to pursue over the past few years, and think its valuable to keep the trend going. I have updated my challenges from 2018, and am armed this New Year’s Day with a mimosa and a small bowl of Chex mix.
Continue reading “8/8 Challenges of 2019”
I learned the most wonderful thing yesterday. As if I could not love her any more, The Emma Thompson, Dame Emma Thompson, The Amazing Emma Thompson, wrote her tween daughter a sex guide.
Continue reading “My Love For Emma Thompson Grows”
Today, I drove four hours to and from Cincinnati for a jiu jitzu competition Cohiba was in. This was his first since he banged up his knee, and is relieved to have it behind him.
Continue reading “Armistice Day”
My girlfriends and I were talking the other day about feeling like “Whoa” about being adults, because two of us had just gone to our first parent-teacher conference.
Continue reading “Adulting Fail”
This is another post I started and abandoned, probably in late 2015.
I found a blog that referred to going through life on auto-pilot. Before these big changes of a baby and a move, I felt like I was doing this, going through life on auto-pilot.
Continue reading “Do You Create A Life On Autopilot?”
If you could experience one movie over again for the first time, which one would it be and why?
Continue reading “Not Clueless Anymore”