Monthly Archives: August 2009
I’m feeling a little unsteady right now. I learned very recently that one of my best friends is staring at the end of her marriage. They are *that* couple: maybe not perfect, but perfectly happy. Solid. Share the same morals. … Continue reading
Here I go, sneaking around again. My kids are outside in the wading pool. Yack! Yes, the wading pool. Alone. I’m okay with that, even though I know not everyone would be. Or maybe its not such a big deal. … Continue reading
But then, aren’t most things? I’ve been reading a lot of blogs lately. Fine, well-crafted works from (mostly) women with incredible skills for twisting and turning the English language into stories that are almost poetry, really, but mostly stories. And … Continue reading
A love of my family. A love, long repressed, of writing. This blog starts with love. Where will it go? How long will it last? I’m not sure; I’m not worried. For now, it just feels good to start.