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…
the best and worst of drafts…
Sometimes I start to write something and find myself at a loss for words. Other times the words flow too freely and I wind up uncomfortable with the thought of sharing the words I've splashed across the screen. Still others I recognize my inane babble for what it is and save you all the woe … Continue reading the best and worst of drafts…
that time a guy with a red goatee broke into my home…
It started off as a fairly typical Monday morning. Typical within Monday parameters anyway. My kid wasn't home Sunday night. Rick stayed over but got up early to head into town for a standing Monday morning meeting. I snoozed. And then in typical Monday fashion I woke on my own shortly before 8:00 AM. I … Continue reading that time a guy with a red goatee broke into my home…
things not to do with an evening to myself…
As I sit here on the sofa with a kitty to each side of me the evening unfurling like a spool of shiny ribbon I'm paralyzed as I contemplate the possibilities. My mind races. I could do anything. Or nearly anything. But what? Because I've already had brunch today. And gotten a hair cut. And … Continue reading things not to do with an evening to myself…
eat an egg, take a shower…
One of the troubles that some folks have with working from home is the very same thing some folks find so amazing. Often times those are the very same folks on a different day. Or before and after noon. This morning I woke up and though the sun was shining outside, my bedroom was still … Continue reading eat an egg, take a shower…
musical chairs…
Working from home affords for a fair amount of flexibility. I don't just mean the obvious stuff like being able to take my kid to school and being around when packages are delivered or taking long lunch breaks. All of those, along with pants or no pants flexibility are great. But the thing that's really on … Continue reading musical chairs…
dear cat…
Dear Cat, I hear you. Both on an audible level meaning I hear your loud howling and meowling. The heavy clomp of the kitty-paws I know can be so delicately silent. And the out-of-character hissing at your brother-cat. And on an emotional level I hear the intensity behind those kitty cries. And the pent-up energy … Continue reading dear cat…
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