Emily in my old Emily the Strange cat jacket, a photo by jyllianm on Flickr. I saved this and saved this because I hoped in the back of my mind I’d have a daughter who could wear it one day. I wore this in my 20s. Obviously I was smaller …
Bean on the way to her first private voice lesson, a photo by jyllianm on Flickr. It’s probably past time for her to start private voice lessons, but we know she is mature enough to handle the practice now. We usually both try to take her and then have a …
She asked how it work, a photo by jyllianm on Flickr. It’s funny when you think about it. Some things just aren’t around anymore, things I took for granted the Bean has never really seen. Until we went to a vintage furniture store. And it was an odd and somehow …
Suddenly I just discovered, these are my hands and they have always been. Torn cuticles, ridges. They were mine as IÂ wasn’t chosen to cheer, was chosen to debate and now as I hold a friend, a child, a husband and type another endless endless complaint or behave a bit …
― Henry David Thoreau, Civil Disobedience and Other Essays: Collected Essays of Henry David Thoreau There comes a time when you really get it that there is more behind you than ahead of you. That whatever you see in the mirror –that probably isn’t what other people see. And …
Ah where do I start, first…how about Hello. Yes I fell off the planet again. I do that here’s why. I’ve forgotten how to say things without censoring every other word. I can’t talk about politics because I’ll offend a friend. I can’t vent about certain parts of my life …
Well here’s the thing, not only trying to climb back on the blogging horse, but on the good eating and exercise horse. A little background: I popped my (previously dislocated and nearly a year of recuperation involving boots and crutches and canes)ankle out in December and had to stop …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
I have to say the offerings around our two closest towns have been dissatisfying. We’ll make one more trip this weekend to Springdale to the Spirit Store, but either, we’ve seen everyone’s full bag of tricks or they just aren’t trying like they used to. Target was more disappointing than …
Her  Anarchy jacket, Fierce rooster hair sharp features and sharper gestures cutting the air and stopping to stare I met you and I think fell in a kind of love.  I learned about running around corners fast so we couldn’t be caught, airplanes taking off of streets at …
Come to the edge he said. They came. He pushed them and they flew. ~Guillaume Apollinaire  i will not live a life of what ifs. I will not wait any longer to begin, to begin again and begin again and again. I will be afraid, but I will come …
