42 years ago today my brother was born. I guess that on the day of his birth he was not yet my brother. I wouldn't come into play for another few years. So, technically it wasn't my brother's birthday. It was just Matt's birthday. But 8 years later when this picture was taken it was … Continue reading and then my brother turned 42…
when the binge watching ends…
That moment where Netflix pauses play on your show and asks you if you're still watching? Yes I'm still watching! Yes. I know it well. You know it well. We all know it. We've all been there. Deep in the moment of annoyance meets shame meets I'm-a-grown-ass-person-I-do-what-I-want! Half the time I have to scramble to … Continue reading when the binge watching ends…
we were out of hand soap…
Earlier this year I came down with a case of the crud and a horrible cough and it turned out to be Pneumonia and, as Pneumonia does, it knocked me on my ass for a couple of weeks. It was around my birthday and I hemmed and hawed and pouted because I couldn't really DO … Continue reading we were out of hand soap…
vacation from the vacation…
Knowing I would come home exhausted from many hours of running the concrete paths that are the amusement parks of Orlando. And flying from one side of the country to the other. And then back. And sharing every moment of 4 days with my teenager without a private place for either of us to go … Continue reading vacation from the vacation…
at fourteen…
At 2:30 on Friday morning I crept into my daughter's room, turned on the decorative "K" light sitting on her dresser, and whispered as quietly as I could. "moooooooo" There was no response. I raised my voice a bit, but still quietly. "moooooooooooooooo" She rolled over and I mooed again. She pulled the blankets over her … Continue reading at fourteen…
a thank you note to kidney stones…
Not so very long ago, my father, whom I more commonly refer to as "Daddy," was diagnosed with kidney stones. Now, I'm no doctor, nor do I play one on tv, so you'll have to forgive my simple assessment and description of the situation. He had big fucking kidney stones. Not the kind you simply … Continue reading a thank you note to kidney stones…
reasons…
reasons don’t matter I have them plentiful. meaningful. beautiful. trivial. but they don’t matter. reasons have no soul they don’t wake from a dream wanting... breathe life into an inconsequential day... make memories... reasons won’t change your heart or mind... and they won’t soothe mine. -CK
the start of my week ended with a bang…
I am a graceful person. Really graceful. You know that poem Tuesday's Child? Yeah. I was born on a Tuesday, that's how graceful I am. I once hiked up a mountain in high heels and a dress for a friend's wedding ceremony and when I reached the top not a strand of hair was out-of-place … Continue reading the start of my week ended with a bang…
what’s up doc…
I have a love hate relationship with the way in which technology has sculpted our connection to and consumption of information. This isn't about the quality of our information, that's a whole different tale to tell, I'm talking about the way in which we interact with it. So many of us take in data in … Continue reading what’s up doc…
modern visitation…
Waking. Air was moving as the fan gently pressed my sheets against me but the world felt still. I have to go in for an exam and some blood work today. All normal stuff. But it always sets my nerves on edge. So I checked my phone notifications. Listened to my stomach growl. Looked at … Continue reading modern visitation…
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