As part of my personal 2018 1/12 Challenge, I am aiming to read 24 books this year, which I know doesn’t sound like much, but its a lot compared to the 0 books I’ve been reading since I had Wee One. I’m doing the reading challenge on Goodreads (Are you, too? Check out my list and let me know what books are good!) and thank God they permit rereading books, because otherwise, I don’t know if I would have finished. The whole Harry Potter series has brought me a long way to my goal.
Just this weekend, there was another book I read, one I haven’t thought of in 25 years.
Continue reading ““Some Books Are So Familiar That Reading Them Is Like Being Home Again””
This past summer, I signed Wee One up for swimming lessons. Just six weeks at the community center, I wanted her to learn some respect for the water when she’s around it.
It was the first time she’d taken a formal-ish “class,” and I had some concerns. And other thoughts. Here’s a sampling of my second week’s thoughts:
Continue reading “Anxious Mother’s Stream of Consciousness During Toddler Swim Lessons”
Warning, or promise, depending on your perspective: Profanity laden rant ahead. Also, possible trigger warning for rape.
Continue reading “But What About The Men?”
“In July of ’13, I told a story using alliterative sentences down each letter of the alphabet. It was a project I gave myself during an utterly long and lonely drive to Tennessee, which dovetailed nicely into a Daily Prompt.
Continue reading “Again, Alphabet Alliteration”
Last night, I my father-in-law visited me. He passed away a little over a year ago.
Continue reading “A Sort Of Visitor”
Anxiety is the dizziness of freedom. Soren Kierkegaard
I have been struggling for the past few days, again teetering on the edge of an existential crisis, similar to the one I had in the hospital this summer. I have been dizzy with the freedom of this life, and with the finite nature of it.
Continue reading “A Need To Daydream”
Yesterday, Wee One showed me a new trick she learned: she can sit on the big kid swing on her bottom. I have to lift her up, but she can hold on and balance and even pump her legs a bit. I’m like, you go girl. I like pushing you, but I’m glad you can do it on your own.
Continue reading “Swing, too!”