“My eyes are damp from the words you left
Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest”
~~Youth by Daughter
And today she finally broke it into so many pieces it can’t be put back together again.
You know what is needed? Clothes for young girls…tweens and teens, who are tall but are NOT juniors. They are NOT 16, or 17. They don’t need spaghetti straps and low cut tank tops and up your butt shorts. They need a slightly more grown up version of size 14-16 …
At some point this week our wonderful girl is going to turn 13. 13. I never understood when grownups said that time actually moves so fast since the time between 2:45 and 3:00 pm seemed to take hours. Â But looking through her baby pictures and home movies I feel like …
I picked Em up from school yesterday and as usual, we talked about her day. It’s tough to concentrate when she doesn’t feel well, but she really tried and wanted to, she told me. I told her how happy I was to see her. She said “really Mom? you say …
King of France. This is most strange, That she that even but now was your best object, The argument of your praise, balm of your age, Most best, most dearest, should in this trice of time {235} Commit a thing so monstrous to dismantle So many folds of favour. Sure …
“My eyes are damp from the words you left
Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest”
~~Youth by Daughter
And today she finally broke it into so many pieces it can’t be put back together again.
My family are the ones who spend time within these walls. The tall nervous girl, eager to please so sensitive and kind. The Man who always looks me in the eye and has walked with me through dark times and bright. These strange feline folk who have always loved unconditionally. …
J with his cat Zak. Em leaning on him. This picture says a lot somehow about our family. I don’t know what exactly but I love everything going on here. Her pretty face and big eyes, elegant fingers on her Dad’s back. J with his companion of 14 years. Zak …
Em speaks with Haru, a photo by jyllianm on Flickr. In our family, all the cats talk. Of course they meow, mip, meeyup and purr (or chuff) but they also speak human. Yes they do. They always have. Even if it sounds like their voices (and they are all distinct) …
I think I don’t have a thousand words, so how about these. This is the difference happiness makes: This is all I need to know.
I suppose if you look at things from a more optimistic point of view, they turn out to be adventures, not terrifying hurtles down the side of an icy mountain on a trashcan lid at a high rate of speed right? I hope in the years to come that this …
The prompts from both places are similar…what nourished your soul this year, what was your best moment. I would say we haven’t had many of them this year but we have had some… Halloween, our 13th anniversary and a houseful of kids and their families in our spooky house was …
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 …
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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 …
The other side of the Rainbow I won’t just hope or wait for the day when I can see your registry and change my mind three times over what present I want you both to keep from me for years. I won’t just hope or wait for the day when …
Night Sounds The entire house sighs. The day has ended for child, cats, husband is ending for me. But I hold on for a few minutes of no dishes clattering, no dryer bleating the call to hang up shirts no rattle of papers to read, initial here, agree to volunteer …