Losing My —

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.

Taking My Words Back

I’ve come to an important conclusion in the last few days–not as huge as an epiphany, but pretty important nonetheless. I want to be done writing for other people.

Catching up on the 21st Century…

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.