2 Good 2 B 4 Gotten

I miss you people and this blog.  I’ve been sucked into a vacuum of sleeplessness and general lack of brain cells.  I have enough wherewithall to play a game on facebook that involves clicking once amidst a bunch of little flying balls and watching them all bump into each other. I’m a little embarrassed because [...]

What I’ve Been Doing

I haven’t been blogging. Except for this.
Want to know what I’ve been doing?
Checking my email.
I’m waiting to hear possible news about (I’ll be vague to avoid some kind of jinx) our book.  This wait could take another three weeks.
I’m also waiting to hear if Cakie got into any public Pre-K programs.  That wait is actually [...]

Maybe In My Pituitary Gland?

I know deep in my head somewhere there is still a poem or two.
I went to grad school for poetry.  I wrote some above-average poems while I was there.  I thought once I got older and experienced more things, as Rilke advised, I would maybe write one or two great ones.
As it turns out, my [...]

Tore Up from the Floor Up

That’s something my honey says sometimes.  It can refer to the way she or I look on a bad day, or to an item of clothing that has seen better days.  Or anything that has seen better days.
Today I feel tore up from the floor up.
This week I did a lot of work on the [...]

Trucker’s Little Gift

Sorry so quiet.
I’ve been working on my book under a ridiculous self-imposed deadline.
I haven’t had much extra writing time.  My honey has the draft of the chapter in her hot hands right now, so I have a minute to blog.
Going on the blog-as-diary model, I just want to share something extremely cute Trucker did last [...]

Dear Trucker (a late 9 months)

My dear dear boy,
I don’t get why you love me.  You love me.  Like a loony little bird.
You’ve gone through this stranger anxiety-esque phase in which nobody is good enough but me.  I don’t understand it.  I don’t know why you love me so.  I feel so flawed.  But you don’t see it.  You don’t [...]