tiny moments (and everything in between)
I stall on a creative project. Not because I don’t like the project but because the ideas in my head are tangled and I’m too impatient at the moment to bother untangling. I will need to sit soon and get to the untangling work, watch for the string as it loops through here, winds around there, will … Continue reading ready
I never take off by myself, but I tell my family that I need to be alone. I crank the music and drive back roads, stopping to take a picture of cows who look my way, then return to their business of standing in a wet field munching wet grass. From the cows, I head to a … Continue reading yes
After writing about fluctuations in daily temperatures last week, the cold seems to be settling. I am chilled each morning despite the socks and slippers, the wool sweaters. But I can’t—I won’t—though I could—complain. I say that I love the cold weather, and I do. But my body shivers the same as yours. I look to … Continue reading spaces
On the morning that I sit in our room we’ve deemed The Cozy Room, I curl into the soft grey chair by the windows. On the piano, there’s a bottle filled with twinkle lights. The light is soft, the air is quiet, the coffee sweet on my tongue. I want to stay here (almost) forever. On the morning … Continue reading open (forever)
Sometimes I want to write and not-write at the same time. How can there be something inside, begging to be spelled out, but also too tired, too timid to show face? Ah, but when I think of it that way, it makes perfect sense. I sauté the onions, add tomatoes and water, salt, pepper. I simmer, blend, eat. Delicious. … Continue reading the same thing
We meet his friends; they seem funny and kind. They stay for dinner. Two days later, her friend, who is spirited and also kind, stays for dinner. I’m glad for these friends of my kids, glad for these shared meals, glad for the laughter and kindness. I watch faces, note gestures, listen to stories. Teenagers, young adults. How did we arrive … Continue reading windows
In my April Note last week, I shared a quote. I wrote that this quote was staying with me, playing over and over in my mind. This is still the case, the playing over and over, so I thought I’d share the quote here too. We are not feeling our feelings in order to get rid of them. We are … Continue reading As We Are
Some random things. An optimized life. This tongue in cheek essay will have you laughing by the end. More humor. But it makes you kind of sad at the same time. I was talking with someone the other day and, while we were talking, an email came through on her phone. She actually picked up … Continue reading :: Randoming ::
I am a mother and, while what I share here doesn't focus on motherhood per se, I am forever colored by that experience. If you've been with me for a while, you know this. Having just celebrated my daughter's twelfth birthday and my son's sixteenth, I am shaking my head and nursing my heart at … Continue reading Time is a Funny Thing
While driving yesterday, I was having a conversation with my son about the importance of literature, the importance of reading it and (not always) analyzing it and gathering the kernels and ideas and inspirations. And then...the dreaded (for him) written expression of that. While he enjoys the reading, he dislikes (a lot) the writing part; … Continue reading Open (the book) (the window) (the heart)
Michelle GD 