The Reluctant Grownup

*Unfinished draft posted yesterday by accident, pardon.*   So, I have several dreams of a better working life ahead.  Some revolve around law school, some around acting, some around writing, and some around…

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 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…

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…

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…