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.

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.

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.

and i don’t wanna miss a thing

I assured them that I’m not a psycho axe murderer, or well, any kind of axe murderer at all.
I think they feel good having that clarified.

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.

so many words friday

Seeing as last Friday, Chanel and I broke all the rules, I’ve decided today’s post will just be a good old fashioned question-day, not even a one word only one, but a true question/answer format. So c’mon, man, let’s play!

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.

video-graphatico-licious

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

Sojourner’s Song

The note said, “Here is the road you must take. Be joyful and at peace.” This journey I am on is not about me. It is me.

word. to your mother

…pushing the snooze button and begging time to mysteriously stand still for just a few more minutes. It hasn’t happened yet….