For When You Aren’t Quite Ready To Face The Cat Litter

As I type this I'm trying to find a spot for my coffee in on a desk full of remote control devices. The remote control helicopter is being charged in my computer's USB port that I have specifically reserved for my Kindle in my mind. No one asks a mother what she has reserved in … Continue reading For When You Aren’t Quite Ready To Face The Cat Litter

The Cat Is Dead, Absent From The Body But Not From The Head

I've been under the weather lately, and aren't we all? Especially when it rains. There's no getting over rain. There's only under it. Unless you have an airplane, and I don't.In any case, let us all take a moment to be thankful for antibiotics.So things have been busy, because if you're under anything (especially weather) and … Continue reading The Cat Is Dead, Absent From The Body But Not From The Head

Things That Happen While My Coffee Languishes: A Morning Log

1:30 a.m: Hear baby cry. Decide baby is crazy if he thinks he's getting fed. Decide to let baby cry it out.2:00 a.m: Try to comfort baby, but only succeed in making baby extremely angry2:30 a.m: Send husband in to comfort baby. That doesn't work either. Baby hates everybody.3:15 a.m: Give up. Feed baby. Baby … Continue reading Things That Happen While My Coffee Languishes: A Morning Log

Today I Burn Bridges With My Relatives

Last night it rained, wildly pounding the roof and the gutters. The tree branches swayed and bent and the sky was weeping when I went to the bathroom at 3 a.m. Then, the sprinklers came on. We conserve water here, if nothing else. But seriously though, I wouldn't want my weeds to be thirsty.I suppose … Continue reading Today I Burn Bridges With My Relatives

When You Don’t Bow You Miss Babies And Other Low To The Ground Things

I just thought you should know, when I started blogging I was somewhere else.I was almost lost, and entirely hopeless. In my dark place I learned to write, to live in the neat boarders that come with punctuation marks and paragraphs. I counted the pearlescent lotion bottles on the messy bathroom counter as gifts, and … Continue reading When You Don’t Bow You Miss Babies And Other Low To The Ground Things