This morning, all foggy and damp outside, we drove to church, my girl and I. The thought drifted into my head unannounced; “Anything could happen today. Live ready for the dime to turn and still be fixed steady on Who holds the dime.” I wondered where the thought came from and if it meant something; …
No baby feeding, no puppy sitting, no bad dreams, no “excuse” for being up at this hour….which would be 3:25 a.m. currently. Just, one minute I was sleeping where now I am not. So I grab my electronic friend and tap out quiet words. I think about my boy out in Montana, and the fact …
I’m grateful I have words or I’d be constipated. Words help me make sense of what’s going on around me. They are the pictures I write that other people paint or draw or build with wood. I am not creative that way. But I have to dance somehow and since I don’t swing or salsa, …
I’ve spent each morning this week getting up wee early and trying to look like something that didn’t just crawl out of bed before I get to school. Are they just making light bulbs less bright, because it surely can’t be that I’m getting older. I’ve begun to make note of who I talk to and …
Disclaimer: My teenager pointed out that I had inadvertently spelled perimeters as parameters and that, her being all techno saavy, said that while I could change it in the body of the post, the title could not be easily changed and therefore I must look like an idiot in the title so….I know what I …