If we were having coffee, it wouldn’t be for very long. I’m not feeling very well, you see, having gotten my first cold from the Wee One, who picked it up at a play group meet up. You groan in understanding. This will not be the last cold, you tell me, and you relate times your kids got you sick. Something gross happened one time, and I shudder.
Daily Prompt: Daily Ritual
I love rituals and think they have an important role in daily life. They give us a small sense of stability and I think holiness to even mundane and ordinary things.
I don’t, at present, have any rituals that I perform for myself on a consistent basis. These days, my rituals are centered around the Wee One: songs I sing when I change her diaper or the way I give her a bath. I’m sure we’ll create more rituals between the two of us, but none of them have a purpose other than bonding and familiarity. But I have, in the past, had rituals that meant a lot to me.
When An Untouchable Has A Crush
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.
Nap time Stream Of Consciousness
why won’t this child’s eyes close? I’m about to drop over right here, and my back hurts.
She’s warm and small, though, but I can feel how she’s growing.
There they close.
I think I’ll sleep with her, too. So tired.
Damn, open again. Maybe I can love on her head and that will do it.
Okay, closed. Now don’t move.
10 Things You Miss About St. Louis When You Leave
For the first time in my life, I’m living outside of Missouri and I am surprised to find these 10 things I miss about my home state. I’m not talking about things like my friends or family, because that’s obvious, but things I completely didn’t expect. These are not in any particular order:
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Crazy Dream
This is an old post, a draft I probably started in April or May. Before you go on, let me tell you that Jersey Shore was not the bad dream. At least not directly.
I Wasn’t Expecting This
I expected motherhood to change me, as so many people promised, like change the way I drive (it sort of has) or the way I vote (pu-SHAH!). But not long ago, I found a change I didn’t anticipate.
This Is The Song That Never Ends
The Wee One loves music and she loves to hear me sing, which is good since I love to sing. I started singing her full name to the tune of Frere Jacques (which is something my own mother did for me when I was young) but after I finished the first verse, a scant eight lines, I started to make up more.
#rawrlove
Last May, I wrote a post about a fellow blogger, Rarasaur. She was about to be put into prison for a crime she didn’t commit, (here’s her story here) and I was moved by the wickedness of a criminal “justice” system that essentially bullied an innocent person.
I saw an update on her today – she’s getting out of prison after 15 months. 15 months. The Wee One wasn’t even a twinkle in my eye, I was still living in St. Louis, I was still working, but I wasn’t a rennie yet.
I’d thought about her several times over the past few months, and I was glad to learn that she’s getting out (hence this post passing the good news on.)
What Do You Mean I’m Not Immortal??
I didn’t have anyone close to me who passed away as a child, and I think the first time I became painfully aware of life’s fragility was coming out of a coma.
I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving 