Tag Archives: writing
Six it Is
Six is the year little boys seem to turn into kids. Look at that little misplaced tooth… how can one grin contain so much innocence and sneakiness at once? Happy Birthday, Mighty Mighty Quinn. 48 lbs. later (for both of … Continue reading
Suck it UP
Lizzie’s commitment to volleyball has started to rub off on me in unexpected ways (I watched Aaron Rodgers make two hail mary passes and even though I had to Google “hail mary pass” I can now say I have officially watched … Continue reading
Inside Out, Moons and Igloos
The group show is less than a month away and one thing I have learned about myself is that if I am making art, I cannot write. It is so weird. Writing is extroverted, drawing, introverted… At least that is … Continue reading
Teddy Roosevelt and My Dad, Getting Me From Friday to Monday
“Be loud let your colors show Try to keep the madness low…” -The Avett Brothers Luke had four wisdom teeth pulled on Thursday afternoon. He was loopy from the anesthesia, which was pretty funny to witness. The nurses kept trying to … Continue reading
In 28 Minutes My Weekend Ends
This is how Greta sleeps. I have no idea how she breathes. We were all tucked in tonight when I knew that I had either wet my pants, or she had. Yup, Greta is getting older. Peeing on me, it … Continue reading
My Extra Rib
I have been back at work for two days now, no students yet, just the overwhelming amount of things to take in and prepare and adjust to. Two days of charts and data and new faces (29 new staff in … Continue reading
Lost and Found
I got my first Birchbox in the mail today. This is such a good invention; little presents of samples delivered every month in the prettiest of boxes. I am thinking that I should have checked the box, though, that said, … Continue reading
Start. Go Ahead. Push the Button.
August. END of August. The middles are back in school. The pool is deflated. Summer, all but gone. Late, late at night, I stare at this computer screen, thinking of all the things I could be sharing with you about … Continue reading
Circle Games, Cupcakes, Earthquakes and Other Reminders
So much for writing everyday. Luke was twelve when I wrote Summer of the Pigeon. That summer, I did write each and every evening. In retrospect, I probably should have been blogging and not trying to make a book. Maybe … Continue reading
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