… I think this will prove that we are.
In the past few days we’ve made a pretty big decision about something we’ve been discussing – or you may say spatting over- for a fair while now. Home improvements, anything that involves wielding a paintbrush or involves some sort of destruction and the need for face masks, really is beyond our ken. Don’t get…
snatched over time from play and experience comes an equivalence of skills formed in the purity of moments you pluck dust from the air the dust into which we return you’re just a little early *this was one of my Month of Poetry (#MoP) poems.
As a young adult and weighing forty kilograms, my dreaming became weightier than my mass. I would wake up during these years and fill diaries recounting these dreams in minute detail, certain of their significance. Just as my eating disorder was a means of problem solving, roundaboutly (don’t deal with the issues troubling you, deal with…
“I’m going to make friands today.” “Isn’t that a gas?” “FRIANDS. Not FREON.” “Oh.” Pause. “Disappointing.” I know he secretly wants to be this guy.
‘She caresses my finer sensibilities’ She caresses my finer sensibilities on days they are barraged by ugliness. Her love a salve, her laugh the soft cloak, I wrap around myself in the moments hours of ever questioning, mothering need. (poem first published here) Have a lovely day at school. I’ll miss you.
The haircut, I mean. Long hair or short, it will be a while yet before the occasional “He looks like a Weasley!” comment stops. Whenever someone says it to him, he shouts “I am not a Weasley!” I dunno, buddy. I think it would be pretty bloody cool.
Catherine left me a comment last week asking about my Masters Degree and ended with another question, “Why didn’t you go on to a PhD and academic career?” I’ve quoted it here with her permission because, as I told her, it’s a long story and I don’t mind sharing. Truth be told, I did think about…
As my dubious gardening skills are no secret to anyone, I don’t suppose it will come as any shock when I say that after I wrote this post about our thriving tomato bushes I had several phone conversations with family members which went a little like this: “I saw your photos. They did great while…
