There’s nothing that feels quite so unnatural as pushing an empty stroller around. Two days a week I am delivering each child to a different location, then pushing my light unoccupied child receptacle back home. I remember seeing other parents returning from their respective drop offs and seeing their empty seats. How odd it seemed. … Continue reading Wide open spaces.
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Trust and risk.
I’ve been thinking a lot about trust of late. How much we rely on trust to function in our day to day. I was walking with my son recently. We had missed our streetcar and were heading up to the next main street to try and catch another one. On our way we had to … Continue reading Trust and risk.
The magic on the other side of those tough days.
I’m feeling that itch to post something. It’s been far too long. I have been writing, perhaps more than I’ve ever done. It’s all apart of something else, however, so all that energy and time is going there for the most part. And yet there’s never a full sense of completion. Not yet. I’ve been … Continue reading The magic on the other side of those tough days.
Self-care meets synchronicity.
I’ve peaced out of this site for awhile. My last post was the first since October. Nothing especially exceptional about that, I suppose. I come and go from time to time. I’ve started many a post with some variation of “sorry for my absence of late” and there's a solid chance I will again. The … Continue reading Self-care meets synchronicity.
Cold feet.
When we were away, a coffee mishap fried my laptop. I’m not going to name names, but the guilty party is about two feet tall and was not the intended recipient of said beverage. I could stomp around and cry and shake my fist, but I know firsthand how helpful tantrums are. So we bought a … Continue reading Cold feet.
Why won’t I just shut up already?
When I started this blog, it was meant to simply motivate me to keep writing consistently. I’d often fantasized about being a legitimate writer, but like clockwork I’d find excuse after excuse to quit that short story or tear up that character sketch. Any writers out there feel me? In fact, my first posts were … Continue reading Why won’t I just shut up already?
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