Bow

2/9/20 Sundays are boxes with bows: mysteries glammed up to entice a willing explorer to take a chance. True, the box is not wrapped, just bowed. So maybe the cardboard exterior isn’t the prettiest, but the pow—a twist and turn of pink & purple ribbon—makes any beige cube rather intriguing.

Early Bedtime

2/6/20 I awake to the sound of my daughter crying. In the dark I stumble to her room, groping with my feet for any toys on the ground. (Sorry for making you read the words “groping with my feet” in that order. Slip of the tongue (or hand in this instance)). She reaches for me,Continue reading “Early Bedtime”

Simplicity

1/26/20 Sometimes I wonder what I’ll actually remember from a day. At times I feel my emotions are eclipsed by an inescapable feeling of emptiness; that my actions are grains of sand on a desert planet. But with that I am reminded it only takes one more straw to break a back; it only takesContinue reading “Simplicity”

1-19-20

1/19/20 I woke up around 7:30am and fed Alexander. My side of the bed was still warm when I climbed back in. Amelia lay between Mari & me. We slept in and let this dozing Sunday wake us up. I cooked them scrambled eggs & they loved them. Marie got a wisdom tooth removed soContinue reading “1-19-20”

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