Tag: writing

  • Wednesday wonderings

    Only the seventh time I’ve written this month, which means I’m way behind in life in general. On my second course of antibiotics for the old friend who plagued me for most of my childhood years- strep, my nemesis. Even with tonsils out and a recent case, it found me again. I searched for which…

  • Canon in G

    Canon in G

    Another busy weekend full of laundry and birthday parties, running kids between activities while trying to get things checked off my own list. Then something strange happened today. For some reason, the space between my ears that usually tells me to pick up the pace said no- it’s okay. Today is to relax and breathe…

  • Friday night delight?

    Friday night delight?

    I should have know when I woke up to a dark house. At first, I was confused, then I realized the howling wind and the bathroom night light being out were possibly related. Immediately, I went to the source of the most UpToDate information- the town Facebook page. Turns out, it wasn’t just leaving my…

  • Friday night delight?

    Friday night delight?

    I should have know when I woke up to a dark house. At first, I was confused, then I realized the howling wind and the bathroom night light being out were possibly related. Immediately, I went to the source of the most UpToDate information- the town Facebook page. Turns out, it wasn’t just leaving my…

  • Life lessons, little ones

    Life lessons, little ones

    Soft, warm, full of purr They slide into your heart Selfish, but snuggly in fur, They teach my kits To be gentle and kind But even so, They don’t always mind Your best isn’t good enough At other times, Nothing is too tough Patient and easily startled Wise and childish too; The oldest scampers like…

  • Renewed

    Tick, tick, tick The internal wind-up clock never stops Tock, tock, tock. Not enough time I look for extra moments In the day Finding none, I ration my breath As I rush from a to b Then c to d, And e to f, Holding it miserly, Like the gold it is Some days, I…

  • Renewed

    Tick, tick, tick The internal wind-up clock never stops Tock, tock, tock. Not enough time I look for extra moments In the day Finding none, I ration my breath As I rush from a to b Then c to d, And e to f, Holding it miserly, Like the gold it is Some days, I…

  • Two week wrap up

    Two week wrap up

    For the first time in well over a year, my folder for the month is almost empty. This is only the third time this month when I’ve sat down to spill my thoughts into the virtual page. My brain and soul have been almost too heavy, like the feeling you get when you’re too full…

  • Two week wrap up

    Two week wrap up

    For the first time in well over a year, my folder for the month is almost empty. This is only the third time this month when I’ve sat down to spill my thoughts into the virtual page. My brain and soul have been almost too heavy, like the feeling you get when you’re too full…

  • Week before, week ahead

    Well, today’s the 5th and the beginning of a new week. Monday is here, but this time I’m full of anticipation instead of dread or fatigue. I caught myself waking up, checking the clock multiple times from 3am and on, finally getting up 5 minutes before my alarm. Last week was packed, work full but…