Sometimes looking back on my free-writing cracks me up. Looking through an old document I thought I’d never open again, I noticed the following. Apparently, I decided to come up with a mantra to get me started on those days when anxiety has me frozen and distracted. Y’know, like every day. Now, after it’s been buried for who knows how long, I like it. Continue reading
When I awoke last Thursday, I rolled over and grabbed my phone as I do every morning. I did the obligatory Facebook check and noticed that a friend had shared an article about Alan Rickman.
Oh hey, someone else who thinks he’s as awesome as I do, I thought.
What a minute. There’s only one reason people start sharing random articles about people who haven’t just released a blockbuster film, checked into rehab, been arrested, or made a sex tape. All of which I was nearly certain hadn’t happened.
I’m excited to announce that my first published piece came out recently in Brain, Child Magazine. I’m ecstatic! I have loved Brain, Child since I first discovered it and have dreamed of writing for them for almost as long. My inner critic told me it would be a difficult publication to break into because the writing is so beautiful and thought-provoking. But then it happened! Here it is!
“My mom admitted to me that she hates the color of my old bedroom, a peach like those circus peanut candies, with the air of confessing that she never liked a meal I’d proudly made her for years. I had just had my second baby and she had flown into town to help out. We were walking to the park for some much-needed outside time for my four-year-old. I looked over at her and studied her face, trying to reconcile this information with what I knew to be true. She and my dad had made me paint over my bedroom walls where I’d drawn a mural I loved, and it never felt like home after that.” Read more…
Last year, on my birthday, I was remarking to my husband that I didn’t have any gray hairs yet and I was wondering when it was going to happen.
He surveyed the top of my head and then replied, “uh, you mean like that one?”
I asked him to pull it out, but not because I wanted to do away with it, per se. Rather, I didn’t believe him and needed to see it for myself.
Here it is, folks. My first gray hair (from a year ago). It was so significant, I documented it with a photo.
With the hair came mixed emotions. Continue reading
Daddy agreed to stay home with R during R’s afternoon nap so I could take S to a Tinkerthon with some folks from a homeschooling group. Tinkering Labs (not to be confused with Tinkerlab) has launched an IndieGoGo campaign to raise money to produce their catalyst, a collection of items for tinkering. The idea was for the kids to use the items in the catalyst to make a machine that would draw a curved line. Continue reading