In December of 1920, Robert Frost published what would become his most famous poem of all time, "Fire and Ice." (Don't worry - this post isn't literary criticism, but I would like to set the stage for my thoughts.) The poem was not like his prior work; it was compact, succinct, but layered with meaning.… Continue reading Fire and Ice… and Hope
Category: adulting
My Anti-resolution
I have a confession. I hate New Year's resolutions. I hate them for me, I hate other people's, and I think we should unite as a society and rise against them. Also, it has taken me way too long to realize how fun it is to post a blog and hear my husband's resultant sigh… Continue reading My Anti-resolution
The Greatest Fear: a journal entry in real time
There will probably be some typos, cliches, run-on sentences, and disjointed thoughts here. You've been warned. My husband is asleep in the next room after being home all day, sick. He will not love this post. I have to write it, because I have to get it out of me, and he will not love… Continue reading The Greatest Fear: a journal entry in real time
We Don’t Do That Here
I've been exploring and talking a lot about my feelings over the past couple of weeks. I hate doing that. I'm not good at it; it's incredibly inconvenient because if I talk about them I have to reflect on them and if I reflect on them I have to admit I'm not perfect and that… Continue reading We Don’t Do That Here
On Horses, Hijinks, and What Happens When I Go Home
So, I was super busy with life and parenting and life and stuff over the weekend, but in case you missed it, here's what happened: Saturday: the Kentucky Derby Sunday: Mother's Day Here’s the thing: the Kentucky Derby is one of my favorite days/things (ever) that we do in my home state. We grow up… Continue reading On Horses, Hijinks, and What Happens When I Go Home
Mother’s Day as a Step-parent
As I sit here, the sounds of my 11-year-old son and my husband wrestling the daylights out of each other (and probably injuring an arm and a kidney or two between them) are literally vibrating through the house, followed by squeals of delights and the yowls of defeat (mostly coming from my husband, it seems).… Continue reading Mother’s Day as a Step-parent
All of My Selves Are Crazy and We’re Cool With That
Since learning to adult over the past couple of decades, it has come to my attention how often absolutely stupid thoughts wander from around the bend of the ol' cerebrum, spin around a few times in the frontal lobe, and then meander on through the cracks in the brain-to-mouth filter to vocally exit the building… Continue reading All of My Selves Are Crazy and We’re Cool With That
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