Dave’s got a light strapped to his head, a cigar in hand, and a baby monitor and lighter in his pocket. Obviously, he’s up to no good. And that I’m bundled up and about to follow him out in the night means I’m likely not either. Burning brush we are, and since our smoke signalsContinue reading “Belly Of The Beast”
Category Archives: Writings
Nitwit Lice Lessons
I pushed six wheelbarrows full of browning and yellowing fallen leaves into the slippery, muddy muck of the duck pen. Not often do the ducks wag their tails, but at seeing the piles of leaves, their back ends happily swished to and fro like fans on a hot day. Did you know that lice eggsContinue reading “Nitwit Lice Lessons”
Puddly Boots
I have a last-minute cuddly buddy in bed with me; messy red-headed, milk-guzzling, four days away from three-years-old, Evelyn. She had a belly ache from three toddler-sized bowls of tomato soup, but after milk and the offer to stay in my bed with me, she’s feeling better, and giggling and rubbing herself in the coversContinue reading “Puddly Boots”
To The Moon!
In the recesses of my mind, insecurity lurks that you’ll bore of me – how can you not?- and toss me aside like an old toy. This leads to my fear that I can’t keep up with this blog or stay close to the people in my life. What do they get out of hangingContinue reading “To The Moon!”
Namby Pamby: A Poem
I write out of spite, not delight. A kite? I’d fly it to the stars. Or Mars. It’s up to the string—a thing that certainly would knot. Or not. A pig pile of stuffed animals wrastled for the pyramid’s top. Stop—nothing to see here. Listen close. The drip of rain, it’ll stain. But only ifContinue reading “Namby Pamby: A Poem”
Walk This Way
Removing the television from the living room was one of the best decisions Dave and I made. Without a coffee table, there’s just an open rug, so the space is conducive to playing games, talking, or listening to music. Or for opening birthday presents. Which almost 3-year-old Evelyn did in front of her family earlierContinue reading “Walk This Way”
Thar She Flows
This is a day described as “awful” by a family member. The skies are letting loose, rain, rain, and more rain. On my walk into Walmart and Winco, it appeared my fellow Washingtonians were ready to take the watery battle head-on, the only way they know how, with a sullen, head down, shoulder lean approach.Continue reading “Thar She Flows”
Red Hot Venti Preppers
A single tissue flaps in the wind, waving hello at me from the corner of the room. The air is on, and I’m nervous. That the upstairs thermostat is in my office and therefore under my control is a good thing, but that twice now the masseuse next door has asked me to turn itContinue reading “Red Hot Venti Preppers”
Queen Of The Road
There are twenty-three minutes until my next session. It’s with a couple that lives in their car. The summer was good to them, dry and warm and easy for the most part. But now? The temperature’s dropping fast, and I’m curious to hear how it’s going. I told them about my stint with car livingContinue reading “Queen Of The Road”
Tree Fallin’
“I need to put water in my belly,” Evelyn said, hiccupping and running to find her glass. Remembering what my Mom used to do for me, yet unsure of its efficacy, I said, “Come on, let’s try a teaspoon full of sugar.” “Yes, sugar!” She shouted in delight. Sitting on Dave’s lap for a pre-bedtimeContinue reading “Tree Fallin’”
Going On 40 