Category: Categorizing Things is Overrated

So, the end of the semester will be a flurry of makeup classes if this keeps up!  Because we have a babysitter now, I’m caught up in all of my reading through Thursday, so I’ll give myself a minute or three to write this Family Update.   Next Wednesday is our ultrasound, when we find out…

Well, it’s happened.  The ship has turned.  I can point my bow (stern?  port?  bow is the front, yes?) towards the future, any future.  It is a coping mechanism, a survival skill finely honed from years of being tugged from one new home to another, and I am particularly good at it.  But it takes…

or if I needed to?  The dilemma with a blog about boring daily life . . .  in the face of such tragedy, its frivolity and pointlessness is coldly exposed.  Then I read this, and thought – ha.  There’s my blog.Here’s the letter, if you don’t like linky lous.  Written from Satan to Pat Robertson,…

We had a stained glass window set into the front door.  On the day it snowed, I remember looking through rose colored glass to see my roommate’s ancient convertible car under an inch of snow.  I liked it when strangers saw me coming out of this charming door. The door opened onto a narrow hallway. …

Patrick is applying to several other schools now, in light of our recent REJECTION (the word rejection outlined in bright red light bulbs, the bulbs pulsing with a buzzing !You’re a Loser! sound on each pulse).  (REJECTION is easier to take Warner Bros Cartoon style).  I won’t be too specific, and may delete this in…