I've posted a new profile picture to facebook, one that says I'm not checking facebook too often these days. In all honesty, that's a lie. As of five minutes ago, I've checked facebook no fewer than half a dozen times today. The frequent checking stems from frequent nursings. I find myself antsy when I nurse, … Continue reading The path back in.
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Five Minute Mornings
I belong to a little writing group on facebook called Five Minute Mornings. My response to this morning's prompt is indicative of the reason for my internet absence, i.e., I have not gone into hiding nor declared myself a hermit. I just have a new baby. The prompt: You'll laugh, you'll cry. When he is … Continue reading Five Minute Mornings
“I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”
(As one is wont to do when one begins working at 5am.) One: Summer will come, and with it, green and life and sunshine and warmth. Two: I work from home, every single moment of every single day. Three: I am married to The Greatest Man Alive. Four: I currently have six kids. Three of … Continue reading “I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”
Jittery
My whole body gets jittery when I'm angry. My hands tremble, my stomach quakes, my legs twitch. And usually such tremors end in a lengthy explosion, a twenty-minute verbal mushroom cloud with my voice as the source of the sonic boom. I am a yeller. A screamer even. When I'm pissed, you can hear it … Continue reading Jittery
NaNoWriMo
Every year, I ambitiously sign up to participate in National Novel Writing Month, affectionately shortened into the impossible-to-pronounce-because-it's-not-a-real-word NaNoWriMo. And every year, I've written a grand total of 5,000 words. Tops. November is the busiest month of the year. Couldn't we have MarNoWriMo? Or even FebNoWriMo? Nothing happens in February. I could probably churn out … Continue reading NaNoWriMo
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