Category: When the sun shines inside
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I am torn as a mother. I am mended
On our walk, I don’t question the nocturnal nature of crickets as I hear one chirping confidently in daylight, the fact that it’s morning, that it’s winter. But winter here is the taste of citrus on a cool breeze with warm tendrils promising warm days. We run over a decomposing bird with Jack’s red tricycle.…
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Kindness is cool
I miss this guy today. Although, I’m too tired to possibly run after him if we were home. That’s how it is though, right? You can’t wait to put them to bed and have some alone time, but the minute you put them to bed for some alone time, you miss the crap out of…
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Stylish free-thinker?! ha, sure!
Jack and I were featured as “stylish free-thinkers” for a pretty awesome clothing company called The LB Brand. A few months ago they were searching for brand reps, so I submitted myself. What the hell right? Free shirt, a free shirt I actually love and makes me feel kinda sexy (which is hard to come…
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Oh, hello!
Wow. Has it been a while. I’m feeling rusty even navigating the website. I haven’t been writing. Just working and mom-ing. But I’m getting anxious. Maybe not to write per-say, but create. And I don’t know what to create and that’s making me even more anxious. I see other moms around me who are selling…
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Great with Child
‘Great with Child,’ Beth Ann Fennelly. Sometimes, I’m afraid to really start writing again because my heart has changed so much, feels as Fennelly says ‘endangered’ and I’m still trying to navigate the new terrain. I feel more acutely than I ever have before and I’m a poet, so that’s a hell of a lot…
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Firsts
God, I haven’t written! Instead, I’ll just post a bunch of pictures =) We’ve had Pat’s 32 birthday for which I commissioned a friend/coworker of mine to do a portrait of Jack. I think she nailed it. He will forever be daydreaming and watching the leaves. We also took our first road trip to LA…
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Take a walk
There’s so much promise. I bought these shoes on a whim. I mean, look at them?! I asked a friend “are these too girly for a boy?” Obviously, if they are, it didn’t matter. I bought them. I mean, look at them?! They are huge. They are walking shoes. They are an idea, a twinkle…
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How blue is his blue?
What does it mean when you dream about dolphins? Actually, I don’t know what it was – a seal/porpoise creature whose fin poked through gray water. He was friendly enough. I stood on a balcony looking over a venetian marina. Jack was around somewhere, in my arms perhaps, in reality sleeping fitfully next to me…
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Our week
I had Monday off, one of those rare newspaper holidays. I’m surprised we still get holidays. Wasn’t the LA Times going to reduce those pesky things? Who needs them?! Jack and I went to the park and met up with an old co-worker and a mutual friend who both have kids. Jack was the littlest…