A Fat, Round Day
Another slow, slow day. I’m working but my daughter’s school is closed, and I can hear her banging around…
January 20, 2015
Another slow, slow day. I’m working but my daughter’s school is closed, and I can hear her banging around…
January 20, 2015
It is a weekend of sleeping in, of staying in our pjs until 2 pm. It is a weekend…
January 19, 2015
The ground is frozen and glittered and the sky is dark, but dreams unfurl quietly and push up, up.…
January 15, 2015
The feeling of staying up late, working on something new. Black ink drying down the sides of your hand.…
January 12, 2015
Mama, she says, I want you to make me Fred. Just like that, no sweet talk, just a tiny furrow…
January 9, 2015
It’s 6:30 am and my daughter is screaming at me, the kind of scream that makes me look at the…
January 7, 2015
I get to the Panera Bread ten minutes early because, like always, I am a goody two-shoes, a…
January 6, 2015
It is gray and cold and we are all a little sick, but tomorrow’s going to rain and today…
January 5, 2015
While the end of a year is often a time for reflection, for some reason I’m finding it hard…
December 31, 2014