It’s Monday. Both of my kids are sick, one with a case of the voms. I have however long they will watch Despicable Me to write this. Ergo, a brain dump in the form of bullets. I’m without my laptop because the power supply I bought in July when the original one died burned up. Like,…
I might be crazy
Dear Mom At The Pool, Pay Attention To Your Kid
All summer long a rant has been bubbling up inside of me that is two not-even-full sentences long: Dear Moms At The Pool, Pay attention to your kid(s). We’ve averaged a trip a week to the pool this summer. Me and two kids. In water. See that? IN THE WATER. Me. With them. Because they…
Shake It Out
Regrets collect like old friends Here to relive your darkest moments I can see no way, I can see no way In looking back over the parts of my 31 years which I can remember, there’s not much I regret. Most of the regrets I have are words I can’t unsay. I can apologize and…
Press Your Luck!
Does everyone remember this game? Press Your Luck? You have a button and a game board and the game board blinks and the contestants chant “Big Bucks! Big Bucks!! NO WHAMMIES! BIG BUCKS!” while the board blinks and then they slam their fist on the button and hope. Contestants might win a TV, or a…
Finish Each Day
I fell in love with Transcendental literature during my junior year of high school. Instantly, upon reading the writings of Emerson and Thoreau, it was like I had found my people. Their words spoke to me. I was moved by their belief that we’re all part and parcel of a greater whole. I studied them…