Just one year ago, I started this blog. Sure, I was late to the blogging party–so late, in fact, that most bloggers were well into the dessert course, making money off of their legions of followers. But I don’t blog for any potential of pecuniary reward. After years of people asking me why I didn’t blog, I had just finally decided that I had both the time and the inclination to jump onboard. Continue reading
This is a riot–I just found the blog that I started (and obviously abandoned) 6 1/2 years ago. You know–when I had no time to write. But I wish I had. Reading about the kids at ages 4/5 and 6/7 now, when they’re a semi-independent 11 and 13, would have been such a welcome walk down Memory Lane…
I couldn’t help but think of the frozen pizza commercials from a few years back when I just wrote that. And now I’m looking at the word Snicker and thinking about chocolate… Is it me, or are you getting hungry too?
So, I digress. And it isn’t because thinking or talking about death makes me uncomfortable. Not at all. After all, it’s not like we go through life not knowing the eventual end game. Continue reading
Fill in what you’d like: Marbles. Mind. Maybe religion if you’re so minded. I fear that I’m losing my language, drop by drop and word by word. It doesn’t happen too often, mind you, but just enough that each time it sends a tiny frisson of fear through to my soul. Continue reading
I’ve been thinking a lot about my life recently. Specifically, experiences I’ve had that, while mainly forgotten, definitely went on to shape my outlook on life, as well as my thoughts and actions in any given situation. As we grow older, I think writers learn that it’s our own lives that contain the biggest treasure trove of ideas. While writing about completely different characters, we can instill some aspect of ourselves, even if it’s just one small experience from a time long, long past and only recently remembered. Continue reading
I started a blog… once. I have no idea where it is. I think it might have been called something like “Mommy Has Left the Building,” which tells you more about my frame of mind at the time than anything else. My kids were little–most likely an infant and a toddler. Most of you get that, and I probably don’t have to explain anything else. Continue reading