Painting & Perfectionism
Bob Ross has an Afro and a soothing voice. I have messy bun and a a perfection complex. Lucy fell asleep at the happy hour of 7:30pm on Friday night, so we celebrated with a stay-at-home date: Painting with Bob Ross, the $2 living room edition. If you wish to replicate this date at home, you’ll …
In Sickness & In Health
Falling in love was a thrill. Frequent dates, butterflies in the stomach, conscientious selection of hairdos, outfits, and smells. The magic of first holding hands, the early expressions of reciprocal affection. The fervent hopes and longing that came every time we said goodbye. Two years into marriage, love looks different. Dates are rare, cheap, and …
Man Chef
Phonemesis*
Sitting Still
10 Reasons NOT to Blog
10. There are approximately one-zillion bloggers already in existence. Experiencing considerable resistance to the notion of joining rank. 9. Not interested in screen time. Seeking real life and real people. 8. Afraid of succumbing to diatribing, money-making, and audience-seeking. Such things spoil honest writing. 7. Wary of emotional disclosure. Writing is hogwash if it not …
Projectile Pooper
If projectile pooping was an Olympic sport, this girl would be a gold medalist. At 12:07am, the diaper-less babe let forth a mighty volley that splattered the changing table, the opposite wall, the bookcase, and yours truly. The chunky yellow substance was smeared across no less than eight board books.* Dear Little Engine that Could is …