Twenty-four, seven Mother's work is never done Hugs and tips welcome I was up until the wee hours of the morning recently. It was 12:34 a.m. to be exact. I know this because that was when my soon-to-be 19-year-old son walked through our front door. If you know me, for me to be awake at … Continue reading Tip jar
Category: Real Life
Gone fishing
I have so much stuff to do. I have closets and dressers that need thinning (stoopid jeans not fitting) carpets to clean (stoopid litter box shunning cat), a yard to clean (stoopid crapping dog), garden boxes to prep (stoopid weeds and mole cricket grubs), windows to wash (stoopid moss-generating weather), tons of just junk to put … Continue reading Gone fishing
Bun in the oven
Sorting through my closet often turns up all sort of forgotten treasures. A simple thinning-the-herd chore turned into a moment of happy sentimentality. My mother is an accomplished artist. Her medium of choice is watercolors, but she also creates lovely Pen and Ink drawings, and acrylic paintings. When I was pregnant with my daughter, I asked … Continue reading Bun in the oven
An encounter in frozen foods
Over the weekend my son had what can only be described as one hellacious skateboarding crash. Not a little veered-off-the-road, or a jumped-the-curb sort of accident... more like a Tosh.O-video-highlights or Johnny Knoxville kinda crash. All road rash, torn flesh, head wound, blackish purplish bruises, bloody bandages kinda crash. He is head-to-toe sore, but was … Continue reading An encounter in frozen foods
Week 7: 365 Project
Valentine's Day fell during this week, so there are a couple of pix devoted to that pseudo-holiday. The whole week was one big jumble of nothing. It was a bit rainy, and early in the week, it was cold! Cold for Florida at least, falling into the low 20s. Hoping for more interesting shots next … Continue reading Week 7: 365 Project
Trust issues
“I know God won't give me anything I can't handle. I just wish he didn't trust me so much.” ~ Mother Teresa I have a Nietzsche quote tattooed on my right shoulder: "What does not kill me, makes me stronger." I believe that... I believe that the conflicts and traumas we endure can make us … Continue reading Trust issues
Thin spiral notebook 