Her crying finally stopped a few minutes before midnight. She woke earlier with a wail, gulping and panicked, unable to breathe or talk properly. I took her into the bathroom to the toilet and calm down. I knelt upon the tiles, she blew hot, infection-riddled complaints upon me: she hurt, she was sick. Her hand…
I’ve sat down a few times over the past few days to try and write what I’m about to write. It’s serious, I’m being serious, but I’ve neither the time, nor the perspective, to prettify this up with well-crafted sentences or sweet phrasing. Some things just need to be blurted out. This will be raw,…
photo credit: entelepentele So how do I back up Tuesday’s post (which has become one of my highest hits of the year)? Blogging gurus would have me seizing the day, taking advantage of the opportunity to convert TRAFFIC to SUBSCRIBERS and all the other… stuff. Not me. No, I’ll be pulling back for a while….
I am nursing a slight hangover, so indulge me dear Internet, keep me here in my little nook to tippity-tap away on the keys, anything so I can escape my darlings for just a while. Thanks! To show I am nothing if not consistent, my tooth is still causing issues. I went back last Friday…
By my side is a school uniform list, nicely tabled with all the things I need – and those they just want me to buy. This list came in a pack for 2012 Preps, one of which Riley will be. In between the codes, styles and colours, breathtaking prices – and we go to a…
Another present from yesterday (and I promise I will put to bed all Mother’s Day talk after this) was a paddle pop stick bookmark. I opened it and thought, It’s like the cover of Imperial Bedrooms! See? Yes? No? Or maybe I read too much? 😉
Mother’s Day technically happened for me a few weeks ago when an early present arrived and was placed upon the counter – a slow cooker, something which I’d pondered over buying for a while. I thought it would make my lazy cooking fantasies come true! You just chuck the stuff in and eight hours later…
These days I don’t blog-by-the-seat-of-my-pants so much. If something happens during the day, I don’t rush home, open a Word Document or the WordPress Dashboard, and write it down to immediately post because it’s good blog fodder. I figure if it’s a worthy enough story to be told, it can wait a while – and…
A walk to collect Riley from preschool involves passing our local cemetery. The other afternoon we were accompanied on this trip by a girlfriend (GF) of Keira’s who was visiting for a play. This is their conversation. Keira [with a wave of her arm]: This is the cemetery. GF: Yes, I can see. Keira: We…
