Green Ponds, Golden Mornings, GOOSE POOP

I sleep with my window open so I can smell the jasmine and the roses that live outside my bedroom window. Sometimes I hear a dog howl. Sometimes I wake to the sound of ducks, quacking their brains out and splashing in our pool.It's not a bad way to start the morning, but seriously, keep … Continue reading Green Ponds, Golden Mornings, GOOSE POOP


I'm rather sick now and the main suspect is the ridiculous amount of dried apricots I consumed whilst planning a hypothetical vacation during nap time. I can only blame myself I suppose.The day has not been one of my most glorious ones, hence the escapism manifested in becoming my own travel agent for an hour. … Continue reading Nonsense

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

Because My Kitchen Smells Like Bug Spray and There’s a Stranger In My Shower

Some days are expensive.We had to call the plumber (he came at 8 p.m.) and my arch enemies (ants) invaded my Nutella. The time change sucked the sleep out of us, everyone was cranky, a little less wealthy, and one shower down from our usual pair.We consoled ourselves with goat cheese and cranberries, table grapes and fire … Continue reading Because My Kitchen Smells Like Bug Spray and There’s a Stranger In My Shower

When Coffee Doesn’t Cut It

This morning I planted flowers in my pajamas. With a burned and blistered index finger, I touched all things tenderly and wiped mud on my bathrobe. Twenty minutes later I was drinking sugared coffee and the silence led me to the Under-Four's, digging enthusiastically. I didn't know it, but the Snapdragons wanted to be in … Continue reading When Coffee Doesn’t Cut It

"She Reads, She Paints, She Sets Things On Fire"

The only people who can believe in a God who says "Bury yourself" are the people who know they deserve to die.He tells us to die and be made new, and I forget it's a daily choice. I forget my cross carrying and start throwing myself a parade.I was busy tossing candy at the commoners … Continue reading "She Reads, She Paints, She Sets Things On Fire"

When Life Hands You Ear Balls, Make Pearls

Shel, my two-year old, loves earrings, but he's no jeweler. When Grandma visits, he touches her pearl adorned ears, calls them "ear balls", and refuses to be corrected. We laugh.Photo of the fascinating "ear ball"It's a classy term for those luminous miracles from the bottom of the sea...right?Maybe I do that sometimes. Maybe I see something … Continue reading When Life Hands You Ear Balls, Make Pearls

A Mama Hen’s Heavy Burdens

Some days, the heaviest burden you have to bear is a chicken with questionable hairstyling.Then there are the days where you have a two hour Doctor appointment with two kids. It's enough to drive a person to drink.And just when you think you can't take it anymore, there are poo poo problems on the back … Continue reading A Mama Hen’s Heavy Burdens

The Two Sides of Seaweed

I've always thought of seaweed as ugly sea barf. It lies on the beach, with a swarm of flies around it, smelly and wrinkled.It's brown and slimy, ruining my sandy view of paradise.Or, maybe it's liquid gold, strung on a necklace by invisible fingers who pay attention to details while decorating the ocean.It depends on … Continue reading The Two Sides of Seaweed