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
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Never
The phone rang at 4a.m. "She's gone." "Was it quick?" "It was… peaceful." “We could’ve done more.” “She was ready.” “How could you know that?” “She told me.” “I’m not ready.” “You have to let her go.” “Never.” Each submission to this weekend's Trifextra starts with the same five words: "The phone rang at 4a.m." … Continue reading Never
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
Hockey: the iPhone edition
This weekend the peeps got together with some friends and attended a local, minor league hockey game. While not on the same level of excitement as a pro team game, we all had a good time. There was the zamboni - always a favorite - and the obligatory fights. Gloves and helmets flying, and a … Continue reading Hockey: the iPhone edition
Until the end of time
When I was a teenager, I was active in my church youth group. We were lucky in that we had an advisor who let us ask him about anything. We were able to talk with him and each other about topics that often our parents avoided at all costs. I still remember one discussion we … Continue reading Until the end of time
Thin spiral notebook 