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 …
One bag at a time. That’s how. I absolutely could not fall asleep last night, so, after 380 bags of popcorn bagging , a special treat for all the students from my daughters’ school at lunchtime, I got flat out loopy and started singing Taylor Swift songs to myself. I refrained from dancing. But I …
Just got home. See these smiles? They’re tired but they’re honest. I stood in the school store tonight and laughed through tears that I had to keep pushing down to their chamber until I could let them out later. My new friends will have to get used to me crying because I’m happy. Until then, …