I Write To Understand. I Write To Stop Time
TAugust, 2021.
During the the church service this week, (actually August 2021, but whatever,) the scripture talked about a woman who had leavened bread and referred to abundance, about having things in abundance, even when you think you don’t
I’ve had experiences with abundance that these stories make me remember. I’m sure I’ve had more, but particularly on the road. It’s on of my favorite things about being on the road.
Continue reading “Abundance”Another college dream fulfilled: seeing Tori Amos in concert.
First, I eat at Veritas-a lobster roll and potato buds, a delicious rose cocktail.
Meet a beautiful woman, Kelly, as I eat. She shall become a character in a story: Dr. English, an anthropologist who studied tribal dance and left academia to become a massage therapist. As a healer both through movement and touch, she appreciates how plants can be healing.
Most of the people here look like me: women in their 40s, sort of hippie-ish. I wish I could tell me younger self: even if you feel like you don’t fit in, be you. You do. You’re glorious, and living your truth now will only reinforce your joy later.
Tonight, Wee One did not want to go to bed. Surprise, right? She took so long brushing her teeth that I couldn’t read to her anymore.
She immediately threw herself on the floor and started crying and stamping her feet. “I am tantruming until I hear Harry Potter.” she cried. I love that she was so clear about her intentions.
Continue reading “Bedtime Silliness”It is that time again. Ren fair season is upon me, and for the first time after seven – nay, eight! – years, I’ll be going without Wee One. I’m having a hard time with this.
Continue reading “First Faire W/O WO (Without Wee One)”Wee One is in first grade, has been all year (sniff) and this first proper spring break, I wanted to start to a tradition of taking her traveling. I remember spring break road trips with my parents, even my absent father. (Maybe that’s the reason I remember them. He was never around for anything else.)
But this Backpacker turned Mama is gonna show my girl the ropes!
Continue reading “People Can Be Amazing”I was walking Wee One to school this morning, and I pointed out to her something that I love to look at in the snow: when a blade of grass casts a shadow on the snow. A thin little blade of grass. A narrow and delicate shadow on the sparkling snow.
She said, “So you’re in love with grass shadows?”
Not as much as I am in love with you, child, but yes. I am.
There was a time that I would set annual goals for myself. Just things I wanted to do or experience. It started with, like, 52 goals in 52 weeks, so one a week. Then it winnowed down to 24, then 10… After 2018, I just quit doing it. I just… I don’t know. Couldn’t think of anything.
Continue reading “Goals for 2022”Today on, “Why is my child crying?”
Someone had mistakenly thrown away her pet snake. Named Serena. Which was actually a stick. We later realized she was thrown into the street and a car drove over it, so her head came off.
Continue reading “Now That I’m Alone I Can Laugh”You can take the girl out of social work, but you can’t take the social work out of the girl.
Omicron is doing what it’s doing, and school starts on the 3rd. I can’t imagine any scenario in which the school is not overrun with infections among staff and students, and I don’t want Wee One (WO) to fall victim to it. Just yesterday, I exited my five day quarantine in my room to be around people in a mask. (I’m fine, BTW. It was like a sinus infection. And the biggest thing for me and WO today was to snuggle.) But we did not sacrifice five days of snuggling just for her to get it next week. We have a wedding coming up and I don’t want her to get long COVID.
Continue reading “Advocacy Win”Last week, on Wee One’s (WO) first day of school, I was out with another mom friend whose son was at his first day of kindergarten. (Let’s call her Tilda.)
Continue reading “In A Naughty Place?”
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