Tag: coffee

  • Me. Not-so-clean

    Another Friday morning, although it feels a little wrong to say that already. A midweek holiday leaves me feeling not quite right until the Sunday reset. More irritating viruses have invaded our house, fresh for the 2019 season. Coughing, upset stomach and the like, it feels unexpected and yet like it never left. Day 4…

  • Little boy

    Little boy

    He is full of brightness and bounce, A dimple in his cheek Whenever he teases He know just how far to push his luck Before backing down, a laugh, “I just pretend, momma, play pretend!” I shake my head, anger dissolving at his delighted laughter. A scamp, through and through. But what can I do?…

  • Little boy

    Little boy

    He is full of brightness and bounce, A dimple in his cheek Whenever he teases He know just how far to push his luck Before backing down, a laugh, “I just pretend, momma, play pretend!” I shake my head, anger dissolving at his delighted laughter. A scamp, through and through. But what can I do?…

  • January 1st, 2019

    January 1st, 2019

    Listening to the clock on the wall, the gentle tick, tick, tick soothing with its consistent, monotonous presence. The animals are restless today. Why, I’m not sure. Maybe they sense another new year is here, with the potential for all things great and small, all things bright and beautiful. Or perhaps they care not about…

  • January 1st, 2019

    January 1st, 2019

    Listening to the clock on the wall, the gentle tick, tick, tick soothing with its consistent, monotonous presence. The animals are restless today. Why, I’m not sure. Maybe they sense another new year is here, with the potential for all things great and small, all things bright and beautiful. Or perhaps they care not about…

  • Rude awakening

    Rude awakening

    Today I’m tired. I’m glad that Friday is here once more, and that I don’t technically have to wake up for anything tomorrow, Although knowing me, I still will. I have been dragging myself around for the last two days, not knowing why I’m so exhausted. Am I getting sick? Am I over stressed, over…

  • The Great Vacation- Part 2

    Day two of the Great Vacation began with the sound of rain on the roof. It had poured all night, and in between fear that my youngest would fall out of bed (using my legs as a gate as prevention) and listening to the rhapsody of people snoring, I was able to enjoy most of…