Best Christmas present, a photo by jyllianm on Flickr. Haru has spike boots, a dotted dress, a skull and Emily on her shoulder. Babbage our hyper black kitty has his Bijou (or pony on his shoulder) Teatime our large kitty who thinks he is small is eating a muffin. Bartleby …
The Martini tree, a photo by jyllianm on Flickr. We are not a big Christmas family. We are, as you have probably noticed a big Halloween family. Our tree has skeletons, eyeballs, bats and Nightmare before Christmas ornaments. Also–Mary Poppins and Fairies and Princesses. Why? Because magic is everywhere if …
Xmess crafting going better this year, a photo by jyllianm on Flickr. So I am not the best at crafting. I’ve tried many different ways. I make excellent keepsake boxen if you give me a theme. Last year I tried to make redneck wine glasses and failed somewhat miserably. I …
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I grew up just for this, a photo by jyllianm on Flickr. When I was a kid I said my cats would eat at the table with me. And sometimes they do sit quietly on the table while we are eating. In more formal settings, Fangsgiving for example, they wait …
As I approach what is most certainly going to be bad news tomorrow, news I’ve been expecting, news I knew was coming, news that comes to every woman sooner or later. It was supposed to be later quite a few years later. Also we were supposed to have a second …
This year I’m doing something different. I’m not sure if it is because I “failed’ at #Octpowrimo. By failed I mean I had a choice between being able to do things with my family and keep track of my commitments (which I still didn’t manage all of them) deal with …
Everything in its Place I want a clean and orderly place to sit and think, or make a thing. I want an unstained and fur free couch to watch The Doctor or turn a page. I want an unmuddled and chaos free desk to sit and write or play …
Grown don’t mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What’s that suppose to mean? In my heart it don’t mean a thing. -Toni Morrison, Beloved Emily’s Valkyrie Hey my girl, My moppet, my colt, my brilliant amazing daughter I need you …
Teeth I have to wake up My own voice is talking to the me in the mirror WAKE UP, as I stare at bloody teeth, falling away streaming barely held screams from a rotting mouth. This isn’t real but I feel hands on my face Turn and feel something holding …
What I Always Mean to Say Your way of catching light ending the day or dew on yellow petals takes my breath away. Your steady hand with bees, incomprehensible alien creatures nurtured into sharing their sweetness is astonishing. Your fierce motherhood is both the far away whistle and the train …
Some of the pictures aren’t great (it’s hard to take them in utter spooky darkness) buthere’s the opening of our graveyard. It isn’t finished yet—the ghouls aren’t all out but will be this week!
Of course I don’t Of course I don’t wonder what she would have been like now just entering kindergarten. Blonde hair or darker? Tall or would she have been a little short lady. Of course I don’t consider if he would have been bookish like we are or muddy and …
 Halloween coming The darkness falls now Still not soon enough I love Halloween It is the only night ever We are not that strange The veil is drawn taut I feel them near to me now Lost family, friends Well there’s some Halloween Haiku for you. I’ve got a …
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It isn’t You. I want to be left alone. No sound but my own breath, No touch but my own hands holding the sides of my vibrating head. I don’t want to speak, to reassure or sympathize or solve. I don’t want to move to fold, sweep or rearrange. I …
