friends of a daunting nature
I have made my way back to balmy Fayetteville; Ginny and the rascals stayed on in Michigan for another week, so I am busy watching movies, reading books, and sleeping in- as well as trying to appear as unpathetic in public as possible in their absence. In an effort to tell better stories, I have been reading some memoir/essay style books from folks who are masterful at bringing you into their world through ink on a page. This assignment, for me, is like asking Ginny to taste test various chocolates; these style books are my favorite. Here’s a list of…
four pictures
just because i’m his mom & every mom oohs & ahhs at pictures of their kids. what a looker, huh? happy birthday, son.
Four tomorrow
He would be four tomorrow. Sounds like a cliché line cut from a country music song, and I desperately wish I could be more poignant, but my mind will not oblige, as I cannot seem to move past these five words. He would be four tomorrow. Or rather, is it, he is four tomorrow? Though, with all I am, I believe he’s in a place where time itself is only a memory. Four years wouldn’t be what we would be celebrating anyway. He would be 1,461 days old tomorrow. And I am confident that we would be singing out on…
beautiful things
still heavy on the drugs, rest, and fluids. but I can feel some life creeping back in. found this somewhere in my time on the couch and thought it expressed a longing we hope in.
under the weather, but the weather is nice.
I’ve been in a little bout of pneumonia here in the north, and it’s been winning for the last four days, but now that we found the culprit, I think the tide may be turning.
Michiganders
Well, not really, but at least for three weeks for me & a month for the rest of the clan. I surprised Ginny the day before we left & came out with her and the rascals. I was supposed to follow them up a week later, but a few maneuvers on the down low, and I was coming with the family- I have this thing for surprises. I am forcing myself into the discipline of working while up here, and have been somewhat successful. It sort of feels like a movie, as I pedal the bike into town and work…
I have made my way back to balmy Fayetteville; Ginny and the rascals stayed on in Michigan for another week, so I am busy watching movies, reading books, and sleeping in- as well as trying to appear as unpathetic in public as possible in their absence. In an effort to tell better stories, I have…
just because i’m his mom & every mom oohs & ahhs at pictures of their kids. what a looker, huh? happy birthday, son.
He would be four tomorrow. Sounds like a cliché line cut from a country music song, and I desperately wish I could be more poignant, but my mind will not oblige, as I cannot seem to move past these five words. He would be four tomorrow. Or rather, is it, he is four tomorrow? Though,…
still heavy on the drugs, rest, and fluids. but I can feel some life creeping back in. found this somewhere in my time on the couch and thought it expressed a longing we hope in.
I’ve been in a little bout of pneumonia here in the north, and it’s been winning for the last four days, but now that we found the culprit, I think the tide may be turning.
Well, not really, but at least for three weeks for me & a month for the rest of the clan. I surprised Ginny the day before we left & came out with her and the rascals. I was supposed to follow them up a week later, but a few maneuvers on the down low, and…