Posts Tagged: kids
Help! Summer is here!
(Shhh…) Help! My children have hijacked my life. It happens every year in June and lasts until September. They have duct-taped my laptop shut and cavort half-naked around it, brandishing plastic baseball bats and gardening tools and chomping the air
Help! Summer is here!
(Shhh…) Help! My children have hijacked my life. It happens every year in June and lasts until September. They have duct-taped my laptop shut and cavort half-naked around it, brandishing plastic baseball bats and gardening tools and chomping the air
Wait and See
Olympic-sized indoor pools are all the same: A vault echoing with the splash and suck of water, air sharp with chlorine, rubber heads breaking the surface of artificial blue like blind worms threading up and down the lanes. But it’s
Wait and See
Olympic-sized indoor pools are all the same: A vault echoing with the splash and suck of water, air sharp with chlorine, rubber heads breaking the surface of artificial blue like blind worms threading up and down the lanes. But it’s
still trying to make friends with crows (third installment)
(photo courtesy John Kay) Turns out, it’s not that easy to make friends with a crow. Crows are reclusive, skittish, and not easily wooed (adjectives which my friends will tell you also apply to me). If I was a birdwatcher
still trying to make friends with crows (third installment)
(photo courtesy John Kay) Turns out, it’s not that easy to make friends with a crow. Crows are reclusive, skittish, and not easily wooed (adjectives which my friends will tell you also apply to me). If I was a birdwatcher
freedom house
(photo by yistergirl) It was a mammoth Victorian, dingy white, with exes of tape on the windows, three stories plus a basement and an attic no one ever visited. It sat on a line of newer, smaller houses that repeated
freedom house
(photo by yistergirl) It was a mammoth Victorian, dingy white, with exes of tape on the windows, three stories plus a basement and an attic no one ever visited. It sat on a line of newer, smaller houses that repeated
hangin’ in the closet
Know, first, who you are; and then adorn yourself accordingly. ~Epictetus Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about closets, both literal and metaphorical. Probably because I started a blog. Writing a blog feels like standing on a subway grate with
hangin’ in the closet
Know, first, who you are; and then adorn yourself accordingly. ~Epictetus Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about closets, both literal and metaphorical. Probably because I started a blog. Writing a blog feels like standing on a subway grate with
