As usual, I’ve got a lot to say about this one… But time and the cold sting of facing my demons precludes storytelling this morning. So again as usual…I’ll be back to write my soul in a day or two. As for you… Tell me about a time someone told you the…Continue Reading
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Hanging Upside Down
I heard it when I volunteered in my daughter’s kindergarten class last year. “Dogs must be colored brown or black,” her teacher told her as Toots reluctantly put down the blue crayon. I rose from the table where I’d been organizing glue sticks and went to my daughter’s desk. “At home you can color…Continue Reading
PROMPTuesday #161: Summer Memories
We piled into the ubiquitous Buick Estate Wagon. Glitter cherry red punctuated by plastic wood and bike scratches. I took the back seat facing the disappearing road and threw the finger-peace sign to drivers avoiding my eyes. My parent’s best friends followed with their children a few station wagons behind us and I kept track…Continue Reading
Climbing the Steps
“Do you think of your life?” I couldn’t ask, because we don’t talk that way. But I watched his eyes squint nonetheless. “Do you think of your life, Dad?” The words seeps from my fingers instead. It’s the only way to get them down. They’re not something I say out loud. It…Continue Reading
Education Kills Creativity
I feel quite strongly about this subject, and will post about it next week, but for now… I’m curious what you think… (I’d like to thank @stillsoul for tweeting this earlier and reminding me it exists.)
Dear Diary…
The below is inspired by my friend Morgan’s Blog Hop over at Little Hen House… Back when I was a moony kid, I read this book called “The Popularity Plan” raptly and foolishly, over and over again. In my room. While other girls my age were out seeing a movie or getting Baskin…Continue Reading
Bathing Suit Checkpoint: Week Four
Swimming suit before/after.
What Do We Do?
We were exhausted. The weekend turned out lovely but was long and filled with hours of swimming and holiday excess. At about 5:00 last night my left lid began to twitch, and another wild-eyed mom approached me to say, “That was me last night. It means you’re tired.” And if I were done, you should…Continue Reading
Again Again
I feel real bad about another re-post. I don’t know why I keep doing it. NO! I know why! Because: Tired. Despite resistance from my non-linear brain, I like to be organized. I despise clutter and for mental sanity, need everything in its place. However, nothing has a place in my home, because I…Continue Reading
Almost: About Boundaries & Feeling Worthy
Originally posted March 4, 2010, but I’ve had a number of very recent conversations with women that make my soul feel I should post this again. Since I’ve been thinking lately about boundaries, I thought I’d explore the serious side. As a woman who never learned to set personal boundaries, I’ve paid a price.…Continue Reading
PROMPTuesday #160: It Must Have Been A Misunderstanding
Me, texting another mom: Playdate today? Mom: I’m sorry. Who is this? Me: Toots’ mom. You want to get together later? Mom: Toots who? Me: Ha ha! If you want just you and me can have a playdate. After 5. Mom: I’m not sure who this is. Me: San…Continue Reading
TidDates
I decided “TidDates” was better than “UpBits.” Of course I did. Because why say Updates when you can say something weirder? So here are the weekend things: You know when you are somewhere bored out of your mind and trying not to tap your foot too obviously or stare into space too…Continue Reading
