Out of the many poems that I could’ve posted for Memorial Day, this would not leave my head: I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise; Regardless of others, ever regardful of others, Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a...
– Sun– bird flies into the window; reading; church; flirt with 1 year old; read outside; baseball with Matthew; rope swing; dinner; kids to bed; blagging & photos with Kelly and Chris; laundry; pack; grab a couple hours of sleep– Mon– get up wicked early; more Lewis Black; shuttle to...
I have to start this one out with a little interchange between Kelly and Elisabeth that I overheard this morning while we were all getting ready for church: [Kelly is trying to teach Elisabeth about sharing]Kelly “That’s not only yours, Elisabeth; it belongs to everyone.”Liz “No, it’s mine.”Kelly “It’s not...
This morning I foolishly checked my email after I awoke and forgot most of the epic dream that I’d just had. Here’s what I remember: John Krasinski and me, a Ben Folds concert, a prophecy, a conspiracy, a play rehearsal, planted evidence, several explosions, a tough-but-attractive female detective, stalking charges,...
So I’ve discovered that, when I get enough sleep, I can remember my dreams. I have also found out that my dreams are the stuff of Carrollian acid trips. Last night’s frolic in Kazama-Pajama Land was no exception; it lasted for-eh-vur and was six kinds of awkward. I dreamed that,...
Well, I figured that I might add my own blog to the mix. This is for those of you that, having forgotten the fact that I am an uninteresting agoraphobe, want to stay updated with my life. Mostly, I have the feeling that I’ll be using this blog as a...
