Domestic Bliss

  • Censored

    Oh man, lots of things on my mind, most of them improper for public consumption.  The emotional load has been heavy lately, for a number of reasons, mostly related to extended family troubles…

  • Whiling Away the Day

    The cat is sleeping in a pile of clothes.  Clean clothes, formerly folded, but now kneaded into a kitty nest for her.  In the next room, pictures of her as a new kitten…

  • That Other One

    He is up to my knee already.  I used to lay him across my forearm – bum in palm, head in the crook of my elbow, nuzzled in close and sleeping.  That seems…

  • August

    August is a month in which I have accomplished pretty much zero.  It’s dumb when you pay nearly a grand for your baby to go to a babysitter, but  you still get nothing…

  • This Is Not A Post About A Wedding

    I’m in my parents’ kitchen in Nashville, dropping crumbs of chocolate chip cookie into my baby son’s mouth and monitoring the doneness of some pasta boiling on the stove.  I have begun a…