I’m not a terribly social person when it comes to breaking the ice with people. I play with my phone to look disinterested, or stare blankly at my shoes when waiting to pick up children. At the playground, I have a book, a notebook or something with me at all times so that I appear busy. I am busy, mind you, because the voices in my head are incredible company and keep my ever-churning wheels… uh, churning. Hell, even when I blog, I have to wait for something amazing to occur to even...
I think it was back in fifth grade that I read Jacob, Have I Loved, and was immediately gripped by the attention the author paid to the symbolism and beauty of hands. I can remember reading and stopping to really look at my hands, which were pretty much as they are now, just hands. But, as the book proclaims, hands are never “just hands.” Hands are awesome. That book began my weird obsession with hands. Its actually not one of those things I really divulge, not out of shame or weirdness,...
Shocking, I know. Waiting. Yarn. Drawing. Growing plants. NOT KNOWING. Sleeping. Waking up. Being awesome (no, wait, that’s a lie). Lying. Spelling “lying” after a particularly weird night of sleep that has left my shoulders and neck stabbing me in an internal dance of tireless misery. I have this insane urge to write today. But, instead, I’ll be at a playground, drowning my sorrows in 7-11 coffee and digesting the events of the last week so I can come...
4 out-of-towners, 4 arrival times, 2 airports, one Melia… a grand total of maybe 9 hours of sleep from Friday – Monday morning. Aching abs, a perma-grin on my face and one of the most special weekends I’ve had, ever. Heh. I totally fucking deserved it, too… plus, I still managed to volunteer, and it was a session all about healthy relationships and teenagers. I bit my lip through most of it, but after it was over and another woman was asking me my thoughts, if I was married,...
First, I must tell everyone that I appreciate their kind words about my recent loss. It was oddly comforting to come back from that really weird trip and have so many virtual hugs. Thanks, y’all. The trip was a success. 48 hours, half of it in a car with 4 kids and a baby and my insane sister and we all made it there, turbo-napped, funeraled, hung with my kinda-cousin, slept again and came home. The next day, I was a mess… from being tired, from the whole experience. I’ve been to...
