I wore a purple dress and we spent the day outside. The whole family (minus Rickie) stood on the patio, on the back porch, in the field. We stomped through grass to try and get Bella and Liam to be comfortable with one another. Mackenzie wore a chicken onesie and John wore jeans. He got… Continue reading Easter
I felt God most here this weekend.In the acidic smell of wet earth and the sound of bubbling water. Rebirth is a messy process that often times is uglier, muckier, taking longer than I believe it should. It’s a lot of mud. It’s a lot of rotting leaves as cover for new plant shoots. It’s a lot of… Continue reading The Old World and Me
Today the dog made me cry. I have spent many days with her alone. Alone in the apartment learning her habits and her glances. Playing rope, and ball. Taking her out to pee. Introducing her to my family. Petting her head and her neck. Talking to her in dulcet tones. Massaging her hips, giving her… Continue reading The Babysitter
First ice cream. John, Bella and I walked up to the snowball stand. Bella had her first frosty paw, licking gently out of the cup and biting the paper unsure of what exactly she was eating. John got raspberry with marshmallow. And I, of course, had vanilla with rainbow sprinkles. A classic, a necessity. A… Continue reading ’tis the season.
John and I got a dog. We got a dog. The dog is a girl. She is a husky mix with big paws and a broad nose that sniffs around every corner of the baseboards. She is soft and playful. Her name is Bella. I am terrified and excited. The last dog I had was… Continue reading Beauty
Mackenzie puts the ‘blushing’ in ‘blushing bride’ for many reasons. Her beauty. Her kindness. Her sense of fun. Her ability to turn anything into sexual innuendo. Her Bridal shower was exactly what a shower should be. Small. Full of people who love her. Full of good food and a lot of laughter. Women, strong and… Continue reading April showers, bring May flowers
I saw something the other day that said “Don’t compare, people don’t post their failures.” And it got me thinking about what failure is. What it means. When I feel like one. What I do to NOT feel like one. And then I thought, ok-so-when did it become so terrible to fail? When did getting everything… Continue reading Adjustment
My eyes are drawn to the rebirth in the season.As the trees bloom, I am preparing my sister for a bride.I am open to the sweetness that comes from forgiveness of ones self; which now I know is cylindrical. How hard work feels so good in the body at the end of the day. I did not… Continue reading An Ode