words softly spoken but audible for no one to hear whispered as they appear on screen with more feeling than the clack of keys can muster beneath shaking fingers a shaking head and stillborn breaths.
examining the cheese ball…
This post was going to be called "may the cheese ball be with you..." because as I type this up I'm in bed with a bad cold snuggling with my kiddo and watching Star Wars Episode V. But Cheese Ball and Star Wars in a blog post title, frankly seems like overkill. How much goodness … Continue reading examining the cheese ball…
44 emails later…
Okay facebook. I get that you want to keep me informed. I get that you want me to know what's going on and that when my likeness is tagged, like in a photo of me, you think I should know about it. And thank you. That's considerate of you and I do love me some … Continue reading 44 emails later…
10 ways to tell the nyquil kicked in…
1. When filling the water bottle you forget to remove the lid. 2. Your iPhone, which never leaves your side, is left unceremoniously by the kitchen sink. 3. You're pretty certain the cats just want to snuggle you because you don't feel well. 4. Milk? It goes in the cabinet. 5. Getting undressed for bed, … Continue reading 10 ways to tell the nyquil kicked in…
silenced…
There are times that I’m surrounded by so many goings on. People here and there. Talking. Watching. Thinking out loud and rather than make small talk and join in conversations that are outside my interest I tend to find a way to make quiet. To muffle the sounds or buffer the interaction that, at the … Continue reading silenced…
the art of the sugar cookie…
I remember sugar cookies with great fondness. Whenever we made them as a kid, which I don't recall doing often, I took great joy in the cutting and decorating of them. Frosting, sprinkles, candies. Fun. But the eating of the sugar cookies I never reveled in. I never enjoyed. I never even liked a little. … Continue reading the art of the sugar cookie…
the season
It isn’t the rain that signals a change of seasons here. The semi-constant rain cleanses and renews but it doesn’t mark change. Nor does the blinding sun, which seems to come more in the dead of winter. It seems determined to blind us more than to hold back the chill in the air. The seasons … Continue reading the season
tempting? not so much.
And the best spam email subject line of the day? "big penis is very cool" Really? Is that what you think? It's the best email you could come up with to try to bait me to your website? That statement? Sigh. Hire better writers.
worlds
entire worlds exist behind each set of eyes as they stare intently or close to contemplate finding tales that will never see the light of day as lives play out inside minds daydream and play pretend imaginary friends that lead the way in tickling spring rain in warm summer grass in crisp fall leaves in … Continue reading worlds
forgive and…
I don't particularly love my grandmother. My late grandmother. When she died it was exceptionally difficult. There is a perception that you should mourn when someone dies. And I did. I mourned the relationship she and I had. I mourned the relationship she and I never had. She was mentally ill for the last part … Continue reading forgive and…
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