Tucky Lucky
Just heartsick for this boy. I had no idea he had these flip flops or that he washed out his wet suit in a baby pool. I don’t know what waves he surfed and if he got to close to the rocky cliffs. I don’t know because I live too many miles away from him. I didn’t know his hair was back to being so … Continue reading Tucky Lucky
Dissent is Patriotic
We protested in Charleston, SC today. Yes, It was hot. We protested the treatment of children immigrating to our country. Close the camps. I wonder why I protest. Am I contributing? How miniscule is my drop in the bucket? We protested today outside of Senator Lindsey Graham’s office. I have no idea if he knew we were out there or if we had any effect … Continue reading Dissent is Patriotic
US magazine :(
What is better than people watching and a magazine when waiting at the airport? The Savannah airport is tons easier than the Atlanta airport, so relaxing might be an option. Mim and I hugged George at the security gate empty zig zagging path. He is flying to Maine to kayak with his dad. He returns in a few days to get back on a plane … Continue reading US magazine 😦
So I’m really upset with y’all
I’m writing this information for our children with eating disorders and our children without eating disorders- so that encompasses all the children. When I write children, I am including adults because ideally, we are all somebody’s baby. I follow this adorable person on Instagram Naomi @dietculturesucks. And she is pure delight. She was reminding me that moms are still doing stupid stuff. I mean, I … Continue reading So I’m really upset with y’all
Bluebird on my shoulder
First thing this morning, lollygagging in my bed, I read a Kurt Vonnegut quote on @etst instagram. She is a mom and a writer and her middle child has Down Syndrome. Kelle Hampton @etst revels in delight of her children and summer- so you know I love her feed. The arts are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no … Continue reading Bluebird on my shoulder
one night in a tent and maybe I have good karma
I stopped believing in karma years ago. In college and in graduate school I got deep into Marianne Williamson and a Return to Love and it left me leaving quarters in phone booths and allowing at least one twenty something boy to take advantage of my goal of being totally loving. The idea was just put love out there over and over and you are … Continue reading one night in a tent and maybe I have good karma
Just a little happy
I’m home alone and feeling out what one does when home alone. It’s pretty fun. I cleaned some but I didn’t even finish-my own little act of rebellion. I didn’t even vacuum yet but I made sure to water my plants and move around trinkets and tchotchkes. I think it counts as cleaning if you use Windex. (Reminds me of that movie Big Fat Greek … Continue reading Just a little happy
