I Write To Understand. I Write To Stop Time
The approaching holiday season has brought with it a new nemesis: Toy catalogues.
Back in my day, mom had a catalogue with an awesome toy section at the back of it. I remember spending many a happy hour sitting in the plush great chair turning the pages of this book. Week after week. For several years. In sepia-colored hues.
I just found something I thought was lost. I’m overjoyed. Television Without Pity is back up for reading.
Continue reading “Weekend Announcement: Spare the Snark, Spoil the Networks”
This past August, as the anniversary of my accident passed for the 22nd time, I was, as always, surprised by how much better I felt when 3:05 passes (the actual time of the crash.) After 3:05, I feel like I can breathe easier. I made it. Another year.
If you’re lucky, you don’t, because that means you were so young when you saw it you don’t remember. (Or you’ve never seen it, in which case you’re not lucky to have something awesome to look forward to.)
Continue reading “Remember the First Time You Saw The Ocean?”
This past spring I went back to Missouri for the first time in a year. A whole year! As I was walking around, I kept thinking, “Jeez, why don’t I come here more?”
On the day after Halloween, Wee One’s preschool had a little festival set up for them, including a parade where they showed off their costumes.
(My four year old dictated this story to me, and I’m pretty excited about it. Enjoy. 🙂
Once upon a time,
For Music Monday, I’m going to take this opportunity to tell you how much of a band geek I was in high school: Through my headphones, I’d listen to particular songs I’d recorded off the radio or other friend’s tapes and I’d… I’d…
While I delight in All Things my Amazing Child does, they often don’t make sense. Like, she’ll push off the shelf I just told her not to push. She’ll clear off a table after I just ask her not to do it, to look with her eyes, to use gentle hands on the dishes, or whatever.
This year has been a barren blogging year.
