It’s one of those days. Chilly and wet and lazy. When I was making my meal plan mid week, I checked the weather and knew it would be a good day for soup. Which one? I make a few tasty soups that would fit the bill. Then I remembered my aunt had asked me recently for grandma’s vegetable beef barley soup.
Days off are so very different than they used to be. I used to sleep in and lounge all day watching reruns of Law and Order: SVU. I would lunch with friends and drink well into the wee hours the night before. PJs all day and nap it out mid-afternoon.
It’s been five years since the flood. This morning as I sit feeding my baby, listening to the noise machine, I can finally say I’m whole again. I am healed. Continue reading
I’ve written every day. For better or for worse, I have done it. It was both easier and harder than I expected. Some days words flowed out of me without delay. Other days, I grasped for something–anything–to write about.
As I fed George cereal for the first time this month, I was hit by something that hadn’t occurred to me until now. This was a last first time. Continue reading
Sometimes I crave adult interaction. After a week home with both kids, I’ve realized, yet again, I am not programmed to be a stay at home mom. I have two modes: go go go or couch potato. Continue reading
He said in passing a month or two ago, next time you go to the zoo, I wouldn’t mind tagging along.
