Easter Sunday another page torn off the calendar and tucked away to use for scratch paper when I need to jot something down not much has changed since yesterday except now I can wear the white shoes that I haven't owned for about five or six years (and what is that about--I used to welcome… Continue reading Easter Sunday
Tag: healing laughter
The One About the Finger Injury, Birthing Goats, and Green Yarn
My Cousin is one of the most fascinating and beautiful folks I know. Wait. Perhaps I should start at the beginning. So Saturday night, after a lovely afternoon of painting and then a massive trip to the grocery store, I came home to unload and start supper. I wasn't doing the best I could do,… Continue reading The One About the Finger Injury, Birthing Goats, and Green Yarn
Light and Warmth Everlasting
There is something sacred about sitting around a fire and listening to stories when the weather is cold and the season is dark. I think we tell ourselves we sit there for the warmth that the fire gives. But I also think that while the warmth might begin as a spark from the fire that… Continue reading Light and Warmth Everlasting
oh, brother
It's quite late, really, and I'm sure you're already sleeping. Worn out, tired, the good kind that comes from chasing your three boys and all the memory making you do together. And so I will tiptoe down the hall and just leave this outside your door much as I did when you were new to… Continue reading oh, brother
The Healing Power of Batman and Bandaids
It's been a very busy weekend full of swim meet activities and birthday parties and listening to live music. While we wrapped up our Princess' swim meet (day 2) activities yesterday, Cooter went to Mess Cat's house to play with Shaker. He was "Guess What"ing me the whole drive home afterwards. Obviously, he had a… Continue reading The Healing Power of Batman and Bandaids
It Was a “Pink Toilet on the Side of the Road” Kind of Day
The littles and I were riding down the road one day last week, and I saw this. There is no filter. That is indeed a pink toilet sitting on the side of the road. A rose commode. A throne. The can. Whatever you want to call it, it's still there. And still pink. I was… Continue reading It Was a “Pink Toilet on the Side of the Road” Kind of Day
Creature of Habit
Isn't it funny what we become accustomed to? And what we don't? I am a creature of habit. So is Cooter. This morning I needed to head out the door and run over to the hardware store to get something notarized (yeah, I know, I love that place), and I didn't have time for dillydallying.… Continue reading Creature of Habit
Broken For You: The Tale of the Pie Caken
While my brother and his family were here staying with us last week, several things were less than perfect. Our Princess succumbed to the upper respiratory crud for two days. Thirty minutes into our outdoor viewing of "The Apple Dumpling Gang," it started drizzling, and we shut it down. (But it was really, really cool… Continue reading Broken For You: The Tale of the Pie Caken
Ode to Blue Pool Cue Chalk
So much is wrong in this world, so much not okay. That's what was going through my mind yesterday-- bullying, people fear mongering to get what they wanted, spending money foolishly, manipulating other people, ignoring the needs of other folks, leaving people out because they are different, so many things like this and more,… Continue reading Ode to Blue Pool Cue Chalk
Breathe, Shirley
It's been over a year and a half since my dearfriend had her out-patient procedure. The one that gave us the words that we go back to and use with each other so much. Breathe, Shirley. She went in to have the procedure and was put under anesthesia. She doesn't remember a thing until she started waking up. … Continue reading Breathe, Shirley
I Might Need A Nap 