“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.
This Child Is A Person
Now that she’s a wee bit older, I’m reminded that she is a person with a will. She’ll have a way she wants things; different from mine.
What I Learned My First Mother’s Day
Mother’s Day usually made me scoff in years past. A “Hallmark Holiday,” I called it.
It is also a big day of sales at KFC-the second busiest behind Super Bowl Sunday, in fact. If that doesn’t say something about the day then I don’t know what.
This year I noticed something I had always missed before: that it’s not just about a child or family appreciating their mother, but it’s a chance for the mother (me, in this case) to celebrate the little person I love above all little people.
It was beautiful and it might be my new favorite holiday.
Travel Theme: Trees and Treehuggers
Ah, treehuggers. I don’t normally consider myself as one of their number, but I really am.
I realized this as I thought about my examples for a travel theme prompt, and I realized that my love for trees is not really about their beauty, but about an emotional connection I feel to them.
How Did I Get Here?
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Stranded.”
If I am stranded in a foreign place with no money and no friends, just for a day, what do I do? I love that idea. Fortunately, I have traveled solo enough to know the truth behind the proverb that God watches over babes and pilgrims.
Being Back In Braces
I’m staying home with my Wee One, and these days, nursing a lot. I’m coming out of my skin at times, because I’m not productive when she’s on my lap. I never felt what a vise the cult of productivity is. Now that I think about it, maybe it isn’t a cult. Maybe it’s merely a distraction.
Things I Treasure These Days
My daughter is seven weeks old now, and I am trying to figure out my changed life as a stay-at-home-mom with a baby, someone I never thought I’d be. At the same time, I’m desperately treasuring her little mannerisms, cataloguing them in my mind to always have them, even when she grows.
Is This Real, or Surreal?
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Whoa!.”
This experience is maybe not the most surreal I’ve had (surreal: having the qualities of surrealism; bizarre). Waking up from a coma was pretty bizarre, some experiences i’ve had with my homeless clients are outrageous, and the whole pregnancy thing was pretty out there (for me),
This one is so something completely new: I turned in my notice at work. So much of my identity is tied up as a social worker with homeless addicts. I’ve done it for 10 years, and thought I’d spend my whole adult life spirit. I know I can go back, it’s just not how I pictured. For better or worse, who I’m becoming is not who I thought I’d be. So far, I think it’s for better.
Switcheroo or Being Yourself
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Switcheroo.”
One of the challenges of blogging is looking at other’s blogs and comparing your own efforts with theirs. (I should say that’s a problem for me – am I the only one who does that?)
Six Degrees of St. Louis
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “We Built This City.”
I have lived my whole life in Missouri, mostly in or around St. Louis. I’ve talked about this before, mostly about being “accidentally in a Cardinal nation.” One of the things I love most about St. Louis is a game I call “Six Degrees of St. Louis.”
I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving 