Last year, Bob Dylan won the Nobel prize. Some people said song lyrics aren't poetry/literature. This is one of my favorite songs from the week. I might start a thread of favorite songs, actually. Music is inspiring or hopeful or sad or relatable or sometimes all of those things. When the music swells and Sara pushes... Continue Reading →
2016 in review
Brandon can sit through the movies. But we've learned better than to take Holden. I register for a marathon. I begin training. We go sledding for the first time. During winters around here, we read a lot of books. Holden turns two. Brandon turns four.Kylie and Khloe have moved back here from Hawaii. I run a half marathon,... Continue Reading →
buoyancy
I am good at piling on, but not at unpacking. I give myself things to do: chores, school, work, parenting. It accumulates on top of me, the pack mule who is never unpacked.But last week I read the word, "buoyancy" and I thought, that's what I'm missing. I am always treading water, never lying on... Continue Reading →
morning after
A few weeks ago at the pumpkin patch, we went on the big slide. We had just bought pumpkin cups and could not take them with us so Brandon said, "what will we do with these?" and I told him we would put them in the corner by the fence while we slid. "But what... Continue Reading →
making history
We woke up early today, dressed, and hit the polls. Steve and I with our two little boys in tow: the boys whose America we were shaping with our votes. I was not a voter until this election, but I recently registered, to be a part of history, to one day tell my children that... Continue Reading →
that thirty-something waitress
I am waitressing again, like I did during my undergrad. School means waitressing. It's part-time and I can work nights instead of early mornings like I did at the coffee shop. I am not a morning person. I am not a night person either really. I like 10 a.m.-4 p.m. The rest of the hours... Continue Reading →
anxiety
A lot of people talk about "anxiety" now - it seems like everyone has it and/or takes pills for it. It means nothing now, or close to it. But to me, it means something. Because everyone talking about it gives me a word for something I feel all.the.time.I joke that Steve is my "Office Manager"... Continue Reading →
puzzling
Each of my siblings and I have something we like to do together the most. For my oldest brother and I, it's video games. Old school video games from the Sega Genesis or N64, I mean.For my youngest brother and I, it's board games. We have board game marathons the way other people have Netflix... Continue Reading →
hands up
Two writer friends and I went to a psychic for a palm and tarot card reading. It was in a home, a small house with neon sign that advertised "Palm Reader." When we walked inside, we found ourselves in a screened-in porch decorated in Jesus tchotchkes.Is Jesus on board with their business? Seems like something that... Continue Reading →
shoulders
While looking over my last post, I noticed Brandon's shoulders. They are almost non-existent: his neck flowing into his torso like the slats of an "A." And maybe this is because I am a writer and always looking for symbolism, but I thought about how shoulders show us how much we can carry, like an... Continue Reading →
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