Month: September 2026

Sick Days, Selfies, and Making Smoke

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Lately, it feels a little like we can’t catch a break. I don’t mean to complain. Everything is generally great – Lucy loves school, Graham is adjusting to a new job, and I’m keeping things together in the chaos. Life is good. But man, it’s been one thing after another.

Lucy got sick last week, and it was not a good time. We went from this…

…to this in, like, two seconds.

Upside, the kid’s got a talent for selfies. (Even though she refused to let me wipe her nose.) Just a day before, she’d been playing hard, “making smoke” with her (human) bestie, Livia, and being a ball of carefree energy.

Toddler life comes at you fast, y’all.

And just when Lucy got better, I got sick. Sigh. I’ll spare you the picture. It’s not quite as cute when a grownup is covered in snot. Combine that with a major storm off the coast causing our power to flicker on and off, and bringing a high tide into our yard, and it was just…quite the weekend. I’m doing better today. Still have a tickle in my throat, and some congestion, but I’ve got my energy back, and I’m getting things done.

All of that to say, eventually, I’ll be able to write something interesting again. I’ve been working on a longer-form project, revisiting some of my old short stories to maybe create a collection, and I’ve got a few poems in various states of…not quite complete. It’s never quite calm around here, but it will be some version of normal again soon, and I’m so ready for it.

I hope you had a better weekend than we did around here, and I wish you good things for the week! Let’s create and have fun and NOT GET SICK. Cool? Cool.

Lucky 13 (A Poem)

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One day when we’re old and gray(er),
I know we’ll look back and say to each other:
“Remember 13? We were younger and taller
and Lucy was smaller. Here we are now, and
I wouldn’t change a thing.”

A Woman at Forty (A Poem)

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And anyway,
as old and as weathered and tired
as I ever get,
I hope I never stop looking up
at the moon and the stars and the clouds.
If I live to 100 or more,
I hope I wear every year and line,
every scar and gray hair and crow’s foot
with all the wonder and whimsy and
goddamn I told you so that I earned.
Because I wasn’t put on this planet to be quiet as a mouse
or pretty as a picture frozen in time.
I am a woman and I contain a whole world in me.
As much as I was made to nurture and to create and mend,
I wasn’t made to bend.
I was made to roar.
Cover your ears if you think it’s too loud.

(Almost) Wordless Wednesday: Hide and Seek

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Another short post today, because things are just now starting to slow down after a busy week and weekend. But I hope it makes you smile. It gave us a good laugh. 🙂

Lucy found a new hiding place, y’all.

Only…she doesn’t quite fit. And it’s our pantry, so it’s not really the most convenient spot, but she sure does love it, so here we are. Toddler life, you guys.