As a kindergartener, when I got home from school, I would ask my mother to put on a record, usually Linda Ronstadt’s Simple Dreams. The record player and stereo were housed in the kitchen closet, where my mother sometimes holed … Continue reading
It’s an odd process finding one true thing to say about myself every day. Truth can be simple but doesn’t come easy. Possible threads drift through my thoughts daily, but I don’t always want to write into them. I was twelve … Continue reading
I love age 2. Exactly where we are right now at 26 months old. I love my daughter’s laugh, when her heart-shaped mouth blooms into a smile and her head tilts back and she laughs so hard I can see … Continue reading
Alone in my car singing at the top of my lungs is one of my favorite things.
Today I ran fast and sang loud. Did a hundred little invisible things. Took my sweet girl to mail her valentines before the post office closed. A friend surprised me with a gift, a book I’ve been longing to read, and I will stay up with it until I can’t keep my eyes open.