she talks to angels

He shared stories of death and the beauty that can come as the last tendrils of life fade out into the skies of loss… 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

hello, darlings

I’m pretty much positive that my belief that I’m actually learning Icelandic is very, very wrong, and I’m going to get there and I’m just going to sound like the Sweedish Chef. Continue reading

Weekly wrap up…

Carry your licence with you at all times, people, because, apparently, showing your iPhone Facebook Profile Pic is not a viable form of identification when stopped by the police. Continue reading

Some words…Sunday?

It’s not going to make me appear any more normal, but I woke up out of a dead sleep saying “Just shut your mouth and grab the rope, Bill Cosby!” and for whatever reason, that made me laugh and laugh and laugh. (Note: do not take two-years-expired cold medicine, no matter how badly you want to sleep.) Continue reading