My kid doesn’t sleep. I have a cute-ass kitchen but my KID DOESN’T EVER SLEEP. God. 3:30 am this morning he was up for the day. I feel like my eyes are looking at you from the very back of my skull, sunken deep into my head. I drank six cups of coffee today. This…
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Late October Weekend
Solid weekend doings around here, solid. A better fall weekend there never was, I would argue. Friday saw me tooling in the hybrid down I-10 solo towards our little pied a terre in New Orleans – I was heading towards the city I hate to love for my annual running of the Jazz Half Marathon. …
Work Life Cluster #1 of Infinity
I am working from home today. Love it. Six weeks in, and already I’m That Lady who “remotes in” because her kids are “sick.” Rewind . . . this past weekend was one of those lovely, totally miserable, cuddly, feverish, tv-all-day weekends when all three of us were very ill. (The fourth, The Professor, was…
Octoberish
The Gulf Coast is not particularly Octoberly, come October. Leaves don’t change, temps don’t dip, it’s pretty much August but with shorter days. Nevertheless, it is decorative gourd season, mothers, and my children and I went and sweated our tushes off in a corn maze because that’s how October is done. Before diving in, we…
Theology, by Jack
I bemember that airplane that was made of paper that we saw at church. You know when we went to church we were dealing about GOD. Do bemember dealing about God? God is berry special and takes care of us, like the sparrows. Those are birds. They couldn’t fly, so God carried them. Isn’t that…