Sometimes you just let someone else’s music speak for you. (Thank you Abney Park) Why do the things we love Torture us more than the things The things we can do without? I can’t do without The things that you do to me But why d’you do the …
Oh the mope. I am freaked about moving. So much to do and the house is so messy. And the mounds of things to do look insurmountable. I know the solution is just to keep moving forward a bit at a time. It’s been slowed by that flu turning into …
What you don’t know? There is *so* much you don’t know. It is all about the money. Every bit of this is about your money. How sad. How…ugly. And now you have engineered a repeat of what happened those many years ago, when you stood at that woman’s grave. It’s …
Oh somewhere in me I had an epic goodbye 2013 post, you sucked. Can’t wait to see you leave..etc etc. But we have girls spending the night and I’ve been snoozing with cats on the couch, so my fur is just not up. I had a list of resolutions about …
Inspiration and Auto pilot. Two diametrically opposed forces. If you are inspired you certainly aren’t on autopilot. I find people who are strongly themselves inspiring. My friend Beth someone I’ve known for quite sometime, because her brother is one of my longest and dearest friendships…is now someone I care about quite …
So I can find two sites—the project reverb site and Kat McNally’s site Could anyone tell me—is there an overarching site that collects all these prompts or are they ad hoc sites set up ? I guess I’m used to nablopomo and how that works, I think this is different. …
As I sit here with my daughter talking about her  Novi Stars dolls that she got for Christmas I get struck with a great sadness after some of the things I read this morning on Facebook. I hesitate to call the things I see anything like a ‘gun control debate’ …
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 …
Heroes inside our heads To stay alive we subdivide deeply down Big words what do they mean? The rule of love beneath, above in-between… I know what loving means So clever I’m so clever Don’t know what living means So clever I’m so clever I’m so clever Heroes they like …
What is it about November? I can barely stand to read over the previous year’s entries. I’ve been doing Nablopomo since the beginning and it seems each November there is some enormous decision, or some huge situation that demands attention. Inn 2006 things got crazy in the Bean’s preschool and …
As happens every year, I’ve got a sinus problem. It went from 75 degrees to 40 literally over night and the whole family was plunged into various types of illness. This year has been the year of stomach problems as much as last year was the one of respiratory ones. …
Oh I’m taking a break from the Halloween Countdown—and I’ve had to because it was yet another exhausting week at work. I hope THAT gets better soon. I can’t decide if I love it or not. I know I don’t like office politics. But I love the work, I love …
Well it is about birthday time. And about time for me to have the mopes. These are both reasonable and not. Why are they—well I had a  ….a childhood. So each year on my birthday I remember things you might see on a made for TV movie. And wonder just …
One of the ways I prepare my thoughts for what I’m going to write is once the topic is lodged in my brain I look for a quote that fits the feeling I’m feeling. Usually I stay with the quote, sometimes—like the last entry I don’t. I started off …
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I’m thinking of flipping the name for my blog. I’ve had one or another T.S. Eliot quotes for awhile. The one before this was Sprawling on a Pin from Prufrock, one of my early favorites (what kind of a weird teenager likes Prufrock?) Oh look I’ve still got an old …
