Not this or that, somewhere in between

Every time I think I’m going to give up with this long long long standing blog, I come back. This is a long one, hold on. Will it click this time, again? I don’t know. The last year and a half has been, well, large.  Purging a lot. A LOT. …

I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion. ~Jack Kerouac

I’ve done it again. I’ve done it repeatedly . I don’t know what to write about because what I would like to write about I can’t. It isn’t a good idea to write about work. It just isn’t. However much I wish I could have written about all the interesting …

Bean’s first Real Poem

Bean wrote a poem. She loves Nox Arcana (hmmm don’t ask me where she gets that) And this is the song that made her want to write Here’s the poem: Little ballerina dance your empty dance For you are a mere doll Your soul is captivated in a trance Words …

There is only one pretty child in the world, and every mother has it. ~Chinese Proverb

Prompt B: What does your everyday look like? Describe the scene of your happiest moment of every day. I get up at 5. Hit the snooze button three times until Moshi says “the alarm has been stopped for today. I get dressed, sometimes I showered the night before. I wake …

The Things We Keep.

it’s funny the things we keep. The things we keep for ourselves, the things we keep for our children, or in our case child. The things we keep for each other. My mother kept my baby ring. What a funny thing to have.  I understand a baby cup, I guess …

Bean’s day of extra Beany goodness.

So we signed Bean up for a camp but she was having trouble connecting with one of the counselors and got into some mean girls situations. We had a long talk, J the Bean and I and we discussed both perserverence and cutting your losses.  After all—the camp thing was …

I cannot take any more; I’m so glad that I’ll never fit in; That will never be me; Outcasts and girls with ambition; That’s what I wanna see — Pink from the song Stupid Girls

So some of the crazy girl shit has started. One girl lies about something my daughter said (but she didn’t) to another girl and then they tell another and suddenly she’s ganged up on. Or instead of saying oops a girl blames the Bean for her mistake. And how about …

It’s not late, but I’m tired

and I have another migraine. I’m just here to say, I posted. And I’m always happy to write about my kidlet. Here is a recent pic from Bean’s GT class. When other kids got shy, she volunteered to speak first. She tells me she doesn’t even get nervous before she …

The great thing about getting older is that you don’t lose all the other ages you’ve been. ~Madeleine L’Engle

  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 …

When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive – to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love. Marcus Aurelius

Well, I blame Tui of Mental Mosaic – I’d not heard about Reverb10. And though some of the writing on their ‘come  join us” pages is a little twee for me,  I like  the idea. I usually get all reflective around my birthday and I did that of course this …