It is raining. Of course it’s raining. It’s England. But it is not our typical sort of misty rain–or “drizzlers” as they’re better known, here. Instead it’s a rain that really comes down, in many whole droplets and you imagine a soggy man walking into a pub somewhere and commenting on it. “It’s slappy andContinue reading “Tea for One”
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I Have a “Man Cold”
You know that scene from Home Alone, where Kevin is stuffing his face with a giant ice cream sundae and watching inappropriate television? That is sort of how I’m doing the “sick day.” Only it’s more like eating nothing and online shopping. I don’t have time to be sick and yet, here I am. BeingContinue reading “I Have a “Man Cold””
The Broken Things
It tumbled out of the cabinet quick as a wink and fell apart with the same dainty and delicate noise you’d expect from a sound effect in an animated film. Pretty glass in pieces, and then silence. We all sat still with wide eyes and breath held in our breadbaskets for a moment, and then, ever so slowlyContinue reading “The Broken Things”
When I sent my youngest son to kindergarten, I felt like I had already done business with my heart ahead of time. That “business” included emotionally breaking down several times before hand, journaling out the struggle of watching these kids grow up too fast, and allowing myself to shed a tear with each back to school purchase.Continue reading “Unzipped”
10 Steps to Falling in Love with Journaling, Even if You Hate It Right Now
We’ve all seen those journals in the movies or in museums, or maybe even on Pinterest that look like leatherbound pieces of art. They’re written in perfect script, illustrated with sketches and watercolors and poetically account for the daily lives of the authors in such a way it makes a trip to the grocery storeContinue reading “10 Steps to Falling in Love with Journaling, Even if You Hate It Right Now”
Sometimes you have to force yourself to ignore the mess, the deadlines and the noise. And you have to make yourself a G&T with premium rhubarb gin and elderflower tonic and you have to sit with a project that helps you turn the brainwaves into little squiggles rather than sharp peaks and valleys. Know what’sContinue reading “Down Time”
The Shadow in Front
Sometimes I feel like the real me is back there. And the sun is shining on and around me but not through me, and it’s cast a long whispy shadow out in front. And that shadow? Well that’s the thing that can’t be, but is. We’re attached. It moves like I do. Bears my shape. GoesContinue reading “The Shadow in Front”
Life with Brutus
Brutus Bartholomew is our newest addition. He is hilarious, mischevious, confident and smart as all heck. And while he is all the hands-ful, he’s all the hearts-ful too.
How a Day at the Beach Knocked Sense into my Soul.
About an hour from here is a place called Seaham Beach and it holds a good amount of interesting treasure, for those who can see the beauty in a thing like sea glass. About a hundred years ago, an old Victorian bottling company closed up shop, and then dumped all their glass into the NorthContinue reading “How a Day at the Beach Knocked Sense into my Soul.”