Monday my son heads back to school. Saturday he finally agreed to get his hair cut. This was seriously epic. The guy has CrAzY hair. Long, blond, curly, and OUT. TO. HERE. That adventure, by far, upstaged going on a photo hike. I wish I could show Before/After shots - he's shy. He had four … Continue reading Wired
Wasted days and wasted nights
Living on the Florida Gulf Coast gives me plenty of opportunities and gorgeous locations where I can waste time. I can simply spread out a blanket, imbibe in ice-cold libation, jam to some cool tunes, have my ever-present camera in hand, and I have no problems wasting a day. Sugar-white sand beaches; clear, emerald green … Continue reading Wasted days and wasted nights
Weirdo
Sweet, honeyed amber Sun-kissed, intoxicating Nectar of the gods During a recent afternoon of errands, The Boy and I stopped for lunch. I usually drink plain iced tea, but this day was Hades Hot and the lure of a tall, cold glass of sweet tea was too great. After lunch we hit the grocery store. … Continue reading Weirdo
Eat what you want…
I like to cook. If I have the right ingredients, I would rather stay at home and make dinner than eat out. (Clean-up is an entirely different matter. I'm still waiting for kitchen elves to take care of my culinary messes.) While I can control what goes into a savory entrée - adding more fresh … Continue reading Eat what you want…
Back to school shopping
This past weekend was tax-free shopping in Florida. Typically the weekend when parents wait to purchase all their back-to-school supplies and clothes for their little academicians. Since neither of my kids are in a position to need No. 2 pencils or college rule paper, there was nothing I needed to stock-up on for the coming … Continue reading Back to school shopping
She writes
Hundreds of college composition books littered her bedroom floor, each filled with her tight, precise handwriting. Every page, every margin overflowing with words. Her words, her stories. She had to get these details written out, to preserve them. Oral traditions faded away, words put to paper were forever. The feel of ink making contact with … Continue reading She writes

