Category: Categorizing Things is Overrated

I saw this poem on a favorite site today.  It is a balm for mothers of babies who have died, and I am not one of them and pray that I never will be. I think, though, that there is something in it too for the rest of us, both mothers and fathers of perfectly healthy,…

I wrote another song today.  Here is how it goes:   Hyper dog in a little house O won’t the rain go away Dog stuck in a little house Wish he could go out and play   Pickin’ fights with the cat and kid This dog is making me blue If he can’t get a…

It is Friday night, and I have had most of a bottle of wine – except for the glass I spilled in the bath.  I was reading Agatha Christie.  She excites.   Whenever I drink, even a bit, I begin to mourn for the creative genius in me that is stifled.  This you should not…

A long, weary week.  A tooth for the niece.   My son is growing, growing.   Another cycle at work, for me, of engagement, and disenchantment, and wrangling with my self definition.  I am the overachieving waste of a desk.  I want to do do do, to fix it all, but since I can’t fix…

Check this out!   Pretty neat!  A whole new avenue for Shakespeare scholars to explore.   I have a facebook friend who is currently (and has been for absolute YEARS) getting her PhD in Shakespeare at the Institute where I got my MA all those years ago.  I have a pair of former professors who…