Tag: time

  • What’s the point of this, anyway?

    It’s funny how things sometimes change, and as much as I can see that beginning to happen — to not want it to happen — it does anyway. There’s nothing I can do about it. Things that once mattered end up in a place we never intended for them to be, and they get lost…

  • Not much going on.

    Okay. Go ahead and pick yourself off the floor. I know it’s warranted, but the drama doesn’t match your shirt today. You looked at your shirt, didn’t you? No? Well if you had, it would have been beyond hilarious, and I do need a good laugh. It would help tone my stomach. You’re wondering where…

  • Wednesday Wordlessness. Finally.

    My year in Foh-Toz. Five words. Not bad. Okay so now 12. And just to confirm that I am so not wired to be wordless, I began this post some time on Wednesday, of course, and here it is Friday morning. And I’m typing. Words. Actually, I’ve been going through my foh-toz from the last…

  • Where Do the Years Go?

    Twenty-nine years and about two hours ago, I gave birth to my oldest after nine hours of labor with absolutely no meds. I was 22 years old.  What did I know? But this isn’t about me. It’s about him.  Although I emailed him first thing this morning hoping he’d see it, and tried the cell…