I am a VISUAL THINKER. And I say that in all caps because usually that means that my thoughts are really LOUD and BIG and TAKE UP A LOT OF SPACE. It usually means that when I get in my head, I am in there for a while, on a JOURNEY, an epic one with… Continue reading deflate.
Life is a funny thing. Especially when you have kids. And a marriage. And a dog. And Things To Do. And PLANS. Gotta love those plans. The other morning, I was woken up by screaming. Always a good way to start the day, amiright? I am very lucky and have a husband that does most… Continue reading the prayer.
Have you ever been at a moment when you can look and ACTUALLY SEE how your life has been leading you into a certain lesson? Where it’s clear as day, and you are actually able to connect the dots? The last two years of our lives have been like that. It’s been a rollercoaster of… Continue reading the calling.
I will never forget his face. My husband and I were in Paris, and it was freezing out. We were waiting for our train, and another had just arrived. I saw an older man get on the train, clearly homeless. He had a bag with his belongings. And he had another plastic bag wrapped around… Continue reading the somethings.
Dammit. I threw the needle down, partially mad that I still had three more of these blasted patches to sew on, and partially wincing at the latest hole I poked in my finger. I watched as blood welled up and out of the fresh prick, and cursed again under my breath. I was excited that… Continue reading the world’s OK-est mom
There’s this weird phenomenon that happens in our house. I have a feeling that we need to be contacting people who genuinely enjoy physics and science and other things that are way above my head. We need to open up our space to them and let them bring all sorts of weird sciencey instruments in… Continue reading the gravity of mom.
I have been struggling with writing lately. The sudden jump in my blog’s popularity has my head spinning a bit, both in trying to be worthy of the praise, and to side-step the criticism. How does one continue to think of such a space as safe and quiet when it feels more like a field… Continue reading on which there is more to say.