Tag: writing

  • Tannebaum

    The elegance of the tree calls to me, beckoning, telling me tales of long ago, hidden within its finery. Still somehow it appears regal, instead of gaudy. It sings of life that refuses to be banished by snow. Light against the night, the riches of hearth and home. A promise of love to come, and…

  • Theory of a new day

    I have a theory. In fact, I’ve got a few. Each day is different, each day is new No matter the weather, or the people you see, everything is unique. At least, it is to me I’m a little older each day, And the world is too. While I grow and I change, the earth…

  • Christmas prep

    December tenth, and time is slipping past me. I’ve carefully budgeted my time down to the hour most days, in order to get everything done. Exercise in the wee hours, snatching ten minutes of writing here and there, work, kids, spending time with friends and family whenever possible. December’s exhausting, and I haven’t even gotten…

  • Saturday Date night

    Another Saturday bites the dust, one less of my 4000 left. ( I’d been listening to a podcast, and one of the speakers has that as their website, which gave me a sad glimpse into how many Saturday’s I have left. Not nearly enough.) So I made the most of this one. I cleaned, cooked…

  • Christmas season

    The season has fully kicked off. After a full day of work, I quickly ran to buy a few presents for the gift exchange before getting home with just enough time to put the appetizers in the oven before the first guests showed up. Our first work Christmas party for our new clinic. Small but…

  • Christmas goodies

    Something about this time of year leads me down a bad and uncomfortable road. This road is paved with good intentions, but it creates the urge to gorge myself on all the Christmas goodies. I start off so strong, then think, hmmm, just one… and then one turns into all of its friends and an…

  • Tech wars

    Today, I braved a world I’m deeply afraid of. I’d never wanted to relocate away from the Luddite village where I was comfortable, more at home in the world of paperbacks and handwritten letters. And it wasn’t easy. I shed real tears after spending money, partly for spending the money, partly for messing up the…

  • End of work days

    A hazy patina coats my eyes, blurred with the haste of the day Emotions and ails, wounds and fails Everything crossing my way I lurch with fatigue And struggle to breathe Wondering how to get by, I let out a sigh and try not to bleed I stumble through the door, grateful to sit, A…

  • Sunday afternoon and the Christmas tree

    Today was full of events, big and small, good and bad. It was a full Sunday of everyday moments. I snuggled my little guy as he woke up, at 5 am today, and somehow convinced him to come to the garage while I exercised. He was still tired I think, likely why it was successsful.…

  • Saturday morning

    I’m really feeling my age today. Stuff and creaky when I got up, I padded around getting the couch ready for my early morning riser. Never sleeping past six am on days when I’m home, he opens his door slowly and I hear him call for me. Carrying his favorite blue blanket, he sits on…