Sat at my feet

I cried and cried as she sat at my feet. I tried to wipe the tears casually with my shoulder. My hands were unavailable. It was a manicure/pedicure. On her tiny rolling stool she was almost kneeling at my feet and I felt way too out of my element. It felt downright lenten. I am… Continue reading Sat at my feet

I’m in love with Instagram

This isn't an infatuation. It is a long term relationship (4,364 posts and climbing over a 6 year period). Not exactly monogamous because I like Facebook and I highly enjoy Pinterest (I have a thing about the categorizing of deciding what board a pin goes on that is just delightful.) But Instagram. It is a… Continue reading I’m in love with Instagram

My Birth Story is 22 years Old

 Her due date was the 21st of January, but I had a dream earlier in the pregnancy and the date January 19th was circled on a calendar, so I changed the due date. This baby was coming the 19th. Four days past the due date, I woke Chad.  “My water broke.”   We rechecked the… Continue reading My Birth Story is 22 years Old

When I am angry, sad or losing it…

I think of what to say around dinnertime after you are long gone. OHHH And it is good. My comebacks and witty retorts are so good. And I ruminate on my marinating thoughts of what I should have said. My stewing gets me nowhere. Sooooooo, *I take a bath. *I light candles with names like… Continue reading When I am angry, sad or losing it…

Visiting the High Museum- Yayoi Kusama exhibit, Infinity Mirrors

The Souls of Millions of Light Years Away- the Kusama exhibit with the kids Infinity Mirrors is playful, colorful, puzzling, mathematical and enchanting. So many patterns and angles and childlike wonder. Kusama's work is engaging for all ages and I'm so glad that the kids came with me. The lines are long. I won't sugar coat… Continue reading Visiting the High Museum- Yayoi Kusama exhibit, Infinity Mirrors

The Bathtub

I wrote this piece for my writing class. Spring of 2018. I still get these feelings like I'm going to need to crawl out of my own skin. Like I can't possibly be a person in this moment, in this skin. Like this body, this life didn't work and I have to get out. I have to escape. I picture Mexico for a minute and… Continue reading The Bathtub