A few weeks ago someone asked me how I like my coffee.
A normal person would answer with a simple statement like “black” or “cream and sugar”. Right?
Well that’s not how I answered. We all know I’m not normal, so… 🤷♀️
Continue reading “So many words, so little time”
Truth has many versions. Let me show you mine.
You keep creeping back into my subconscious. Why? Can’t you let me go?
Continue reading “Words, interrupted”
Some time ago someone asked me some specifics about my partner. Specifically, they wanted to know if my partner was male, i.e. whether I was in a heterosexual relationship.
It was clear to me that this person had not read my blog for very long, because I think it’s obvious that we are living the life of a traditional family. I am the primary caregiver and he is the primary earner and we cohabit at the same address and raise the spawn together.
But it begs to ponder nomenclature, doesn’t it.
Continue reading “Spousal nomenclature”
Imagine your words, written or spoken, affecting your audience.
They teach, the words. Cultivate the mind and spirit.
They inspire. Enlighten. Warm the heart and soul.
Words have meaning, deep and profound.
Where do they come from, the words? Continue reading “Imagine your words”
Imagine…something. A story. A fantasy. Words that flow out of your head and into your keyboard.
There they sit. Staring back at you. Continue reading “The words will come (or not)”
Imagine, a hangover. But not from cocktails. A heavy head, filled with fog. Thick and soupy, full of words that won’t transmit. Distractions. A fantasy filled with desire and hope. Longing. There is no time, no peace, no focus. But it will come. It has to. The story takes shape, slowly, like the torso of a snowman. Getting bigger, fatter. Until it melts. Again. Sleep eludes. The wifi beckons. It never sleeps. Maybe the words will form at dawn. Maybe not. Continue reading Elusive sleep
Today, my words have run dry. Continue reading “New hashtag”
Here in North America, there’s a book many parents have read to their preschoolers about a horrible day. It’s called “Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day” by Judith Viorst.
Some people don’t like this book. (I do.)
Along the lines of a similar theme, there’s the Grouchy Ladybug by Eric Carle.
Both of these books deal with bad moods in a unique way.
These titles are what I thought of the other day when my son jumped off the bus and announced, again, that his day was horrible. Continue reading “Horrible, terrible, no good school day that wasn’t horrible after all”