Will write for yarn.
Needs. We all have them. I certainly do, and my children do also, especially E. He has special needs, high needs, extra needs and superfluous needs. His needs buffet my body, my mind, my patience, and suck every bit of energy I might otherwise have had for things like, say, brushing my teeth.
Now, I know [...]
For some reason, I was under the impression that I was meant to be some dark artist holed up in cafes and all-night-bring-your-own-bottle-basement-jazz joints, dreaming of Dean Moriarty and living in opioid peace. Instead I exist as a comedy skit.
For one thing, I drive around with a coccyx on my dashboard.
Dear M,
I have your tailbone, [...]
This is a rerun of a blog I wrote somewhere else in April of this year:
You know, I really hate shopping. And crowds. And actually, people. I kind of hate people, too. So you might wonder – what in the world do I find appealing about NYC? I wonder that myself.
I spent today walking fast, [...]
I think I might need some serious help. I have decided to knit my first pair of socks, learn how to knit continental style, and do all of this on two circular needles. At the same time. Any of these things would be a great challenge in and of itself, but me? I choose to [...]
I recently read another mom’s blog post about morning routines. I started to respond, but after about 400 words, I thought I should exit graciously and perhaps use up cyber space on my blog to share my own super-duper-fabuloso *MORNING ROUTINE*. Here goes.
Specs: Mom, 15 year old girl E, 4 year old boy E, 13 [...]
Eights are good because they are round and go on and on and they hold everything together. Twos and fours are bad they feel fuzzy in your mouth and when they are put together they become especially bad. Threes are good but the girl (who is like me) avoids them because they are red. Sevens [...]
I cannot remember,
all these years since,
any of the words we used.
I cannot recall the substance, the starts, the subjects.
Only the feelings, brought back to life in me now
familiar as water
as my own skin
as blood.
I remember the clouds roiling around us,
you holding my hair back as
everything spun out of control.
And I wish I could rise up [...]
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