I think we all need to stop and look at the small moments more often. Stop to smell the flowers, stop to note the sunrise, stop to listen to a sonata. Nichole of In These Small Moments asked me to guest post, and I couldn’t have been more honored. Please, take a minute to read… Continue reading Where I think about the small moments that matter
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Where I write in six words #sixwordsunday
I knew fatherhood would be hard. Visit Diary of a Mad Woman to participate in your own #SixWordSunday.
Where I just let the crazy come as it may
I’m a bit fried this week, so let’s just go bullet-point style: I’ve written more this week than I have in a long, long time, but I haven’t actually posted any of it because none of it is anywhere near complete. I like to think this is me, trying to get more mature with my… Continue reading Where I just let the crazy come as it may
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Where I call myself a triathlete
Unlike that first marathon, I had a time that I wanted to beat here. I never admitted that time to anyone but my inner dialog, but it was there. I kept telling people this was “only” a sprint triathlon, because that’s all it was. Why do I say this, though? Because there’s no shortage of… Continue reading Where I call myself a triathlete
Where I write in only six words #SixWordSunday
Working on my recovery day blows
Where I don’t blog
I’m not blogging, I’m boycotting. Congratulations, Liz, on a year of Blog Boycott Days!
Where I daydream
Close your eyes and lean back. The sounds around you swirl about. They distort. They ride a decrescendo to next to nothing. Slowly, all that exists is the soft sound of a gentle breeze and a very distant call of a bird. You can feel the wind tickling the back of your neck. The sun… Continue reading Where I daydream
Where I ponder getting a little more serious about my writing
So, the other day, the beautiful & talented CDG of Move Over Mary Poppins posted something about a work in progress. I, being me, asked if her characters were going to “do it” again. When she said that I had the wrong work-in-progress, but that characters were kissing as the bad guys circled, my wise-assery… Continue reading Where I ponder getting a little more serious about my writing
Not Super, Just Mom
So, today, I’m hanging out at Miranda’s House . . . I’m really not sure what I’m talking about, but, you know, steams of consciousness are fun. So are footnotes, and boobs, and kettles of fish. So, read? Won’t you? And if you can figure how my train of thought managed to think those thoughts,… Continue reading Not Super, Just Mom