mom & dad

I'm not sure what it is about it, but I love this picture of my mom and dad. 1974. The year they became parents for the first time. Back in the day. When shit was real. And my dad was really really hairy.I mean seriously, look at that beard. Look at those locks. He was … Continue reading mom & dad

curious news…

The other day at the end of a post I stated that Mr. Kaos had called with some curious news...Curious news alright...While he was on his way home from Boston he got a voicemail asking if he would be available to go on another business trip...Another business trip? That sucks.When is it? How long?What is … Continue reading curious news…

10 hours

I feel drunk. Positively drunk, though I haven't had a drop to drink since that margarita (okay several margaritas) the other day.Heady. Blissful. Billowy.Because last night I got what I needed. Needed oh so badly.10 hours of sleep.I went places baby, let me tell you...On second thought lets keep that just between me and me … Continue reading 10 hours

privileged whining

Okay I admit... that last post was a little poor me the super lucky urban mom...boo hoo...I'm a happily married woman.boo hoo...My husband had to leave town for 1 night.boo hoo...My schedule has been interrupted.Well yeah. Boo hoo. I am really lucky. Sometimes I see what I have to complain about and I just feel … Continue reading privileged whining

lonely night take 2

Mr. Kaos is out of town.In theory... IF... everything continues according the the increasingly messed up schedule he will be home tonight. Well no, tomorrow morning. Early. ...IF the people he is meeting are able to keep the schedule they rearranged. after he flew there. across the country. for 1 brief meeting. rude.(I secretly imagine … Continue reading lonely night take 2

poetry sunday

October 8, 1997and drowsywishing for thathalf sleepI wait for what will cometo take me homeor take me awayas I knowthe two hoursI slumbered last nightin someone else's armswere not enoughand can never replacethe hours I could have spentwrapped in my sheetslike mythology in my own worldnever knowing who I amor caringbecause there I can fly