final countdown

And that’s why strangers are dangerous and everyone ended up pregnant and got STDs and on welfare and also, arrested and their lives were awful forever. Continue reading

a mother’s thanks

Last night, in a senseless act of violence and, I suspect, impulse, someone slashed my son’s bike tire and deflated his spirits.
Today, in a sensitive act of random kindness, and great kindness, someone lifted his heart. Continue reading

da plane, boss!

…I do remember feeling slightly like a bad influence (not the first or last time during our friendship!), but also, the waves of freedom and youth and happiness flowing around us. … Continue reading

unpopular

…I wanted to tell her that investing in popularity carries with it the same amount of safety and stability as investing one’s life’s savings on the stock market. Highs and highs and devastating losses. Continue reading

Little boy blue and the man in the moon

You fall a little bit in love with your child the moment the little life is noted inside you. Continue reading

project two sparrows

AND… my giant knife. I’d taken it with me for slicing bread, but realized it was great for scaring perfectly harmless, kind old men who worried about gypsy women camped out in questionable vans. Continue reading

sacrifice. a love letter to my son

I never knew that I could be forgiven so much, respected so much, loved or believed in so much.
I never knew that I was capable of such a depth of love. And hope. And certainty. Continue reading

video-graphatico-licious

I can’t even afford botox so I’m gonna have to hit myself just enough to cause slight swelling. Continue reading