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
Dreamland
I woke from the dream disoriented and afraid. Like no other dream I could remember, it was so real and still so surreal. I reached for the pen and notepad I keep at my bedside with the intention of writing down the details before all recollection of the night vision was lost. Only the pad … Continue reading Dreamland
Silent treatment
It was 2:34 a.m. and I had just won my eleventy-millionth game of Solitaire on my iPhone. For the record, it’s not cheating to switch between Draw 3 and Draw 1 mid play, it’s game strategy. I was lying on my side, my back to my bedside table lamp. It was more convincing to be … Continue reading Silent treatment
Batter, batter, swing!
Every time I stepped on the hose, water would trail out of the nozzle in little burps, gurgling over the rim before retreating back into the green pipe. Turned off at the outside tap, the spent spray flowed to the street, carrying debris and blood into the gutter. The yard, still soft from the storm … Continue reading Batter, batter, swing!
Sneaking away: flu edition
The Boy had the flu all this week so it kept me close to home being all mommy-ish with my sick 18yo baby. I can count on two things when he's sick: 1) while awake, he carries on the worthy tradition of being totally incapacitated by a Man Cold and 2) when he does sleep, he's … Continue reading Sneaking away: flu edition
Week 10: Marina
My son had the flu all week, so I took what few opportunities I could to get out of the house to take photos. That meant for a few days, all I could manage was a stroll around the backyard. A break in the weather (and The Boy's Man Cold) allowed for a quick trip … Continue reading Week 10: Marina
Thin spiral notebook 