11:23pm. i’m finally home and i just started boiling water for noodles to settle the feeling of my stomach eating itself. my feet are sore, my mind is tired, and the idea of waking up to begin yet again another ordinary day is almost too monotonous for me to handle. but i tell myself to… Continue reading

the alarm goes off at 7:30.  i finally get out of bed around 7:45.  after a quick jump in the shower, clothes are put on for the day, and i’m downstairs by 8:10.  i reach in the cupboard for the biggest mug i can find all the while annoyed with myself for my morning ritual… Continue reading the requested update

i’m sitting on my side porch right now.  i’m wearing a dress.  i’ve been wearing a dress all day and i love that.  it’s quiet (the doors are closed to the house though so that might have something to do with it since this house is never quiet).  i can see the moon and wonder… Continue reading

tonight i told myself that i was gonna write. and i tried. i really did. i told myself that this would be the day; i’ve got plenty i can write about — what with the tender fingertips from frying potatoes last night and working with my hands all day today, the walk that i took… Continue reading i’ve got plenty of nuttin’

my red shoes. nope, when i click my heels nothing too fancy happens besides giving them a brand new scuff mark. but they don’t need any magic to make me happy — i just need to wear them. i love my red shoes. my friends. i just spent the most wonderful weekend walking on the… Continue reading today i’m thankful for…

sometimes i want to write. sometimes i feel like i need to write. but really, when i click the link “write” that brings me to an empty box waiting for me to fill it, i realize that i don’t have anything. i was tonight. i just was. i don’t know if one real thought passed… Continue reading the un-thoughts

i felt a bit like Kathleen Kelly today. you know the part — she’s in her apartment preparing some sort of goodness to eat in a black mock turtleneck top and a dark green jumper and she turns to Frank and asks, “what exactly is it that i do?” i asked the same question. only… Continue reading my treasures

it’s almost 10:30. i’ve only had one cup of coffee and so far, we’ve had a very enjoyable morning with three happy children and an aunt who is quite content to not have to correct very much. more laundry has been put in, a drum set has been fixed, baby dolls have been put in… Continue reading like Icarus

it’s 10:45 and i’m working on my second cup of coffee. i know, i’m supposed to be quiting. i could come up with several excuses as to why i’m still drinking this wonderful legal addictive stimulant but won’t. after all, they’re just excuses, right? i am showered and dressed but haven’t quite made it to… Continue reading little ones