WRITING

I am 35 now.  Grey hairs abound and all the more with each mornings’ appearance.  I did not drink coffee for the first 31 years of my life.  I know this with a clarity I seldom have because Hazel is 4.  I did not drink coffee until Hazel.  Hazel didn’t sleep for her first 8 months.  I did not sleep in those months either.  We were so happy to have a baby- in the wake of missing Eliot- that we neglected to see her lack of losing consciousness as a problem in any way. I inquired of Ginny  as to…

I don’t know that I do New Year’s resolutions any more, though I think I should and harbor no ill-will toward those who do.  It seems to be in vogue to not do them and so that kind of makes me want to.  Anyway, I think I do more of a wishful theme for the year.  Something to aspire to within the seasons and something that hopefully, after a year’s worth of intentions, is better than it was when I started.  I want to change.  I hope that in years ahead, I don’t even recognize the me that is me…