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.

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.

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!

good and safe

I see the thin, glowing line of this season of our lives stretching out. I see a season of so many exciting firsts, and the ache of lasts…

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.

It came from the swamp

I once ate a live snail, picked straight from the swamp. We should stop talking about it because now I’ve got that terrible feeling that a snail lives inside me all over again…

So, I’m a Dad now

So, I’m a Dad now. I know, right? That’s a bit of a complicated thing, what with the fact that I’m a girl and all. But nonetheless, it’s happened, and I’m lovin’ it. Probably hoping there’ll be a bit of …

mother, may i?

My son has become a giant. He needed to.

His heart wouldn’t fit inside that little body.