Funny conversation:
Daddy: "I'm the boss."
2yrold: "No, you're not the boss. You're a kitty-kat."


My little family is hilarious, especially when no one is looking. :)

I had something to say....and then I chickened out.

The censor is strong with this one.

In my shadow.

It's lot a harder writing in an almost-daily fashion nowadays, when I belong to people. It's a lot easier to admit to failings or struggles when you're an individual, and not a mom or a girlfriend. Or, at least it is for me.

I have the hardest time writing about being a "recovered" eating-disordered person. (In quotes, because it's still running in place to stay recovered, sometimes.) It's not even about shame, or anything like that, but more about the fact that there still remains in my mind the fear of scrutiny, the fear of failure of an idea of me, someone else's idea of me.

I look forward to a future when I have slain that shadow.

A word is a weapon if you use it right.

I'm writing again. Thank god. I might need it to save me.

My Mammaw has passed away. I now have no grandparents left.

Everytime we came to visit we would walk through the door, and she would turn around from whatever she was doing in the kitchen and smile this huge, brilliant smile and exclaim "Hey, Darling!".

I don't feel like writing. I just thought I should document this. Goodnight.

Here we are now, entertain us.

My friends and acquaintances and I are a strange crew, in most people's eyes. We were almost all metal/goth/punk/hippie kids and we almost all still have piercings, colored hair, tattoos, creative hairstyles, and wear a lot of the same clothes we did as teens. Yet here we are, bringing our children into the library storytimes, doing mommy-and-gymnastics or yoga classes, taking our children to girl and boy scout meetings, watching daughters practice their cheerleading routines or parade around in their princess dresses, encouraging them at sports events, etc.
My point is, not everyone raises their child to be who or what they are. A lot of us raise our children to be the people they choose to be. No matter what the surface looks like. It's very liberating and honestly...quite humorous. The parent/child couplings produce some very striking counterpoints, in the best way.
Happy Sunday.

I have come to realize that when my client tells me they're going to be on a boat in the middle of the ocean deep sea fishing until around 1pm....I tend to play around on the computer instead of doing my files. Maybe I just love the thrill of a deadline?

On the road again...but not literally. Literaturely.

I am trying to be more dedicated in my writing. Daily discipline along with moments of inspiration. I do have interruptions to contend with. I just have to learn to work between the pauses.

On a side note: my 2 year old daughter has begun referring to us as mommio and daddio. It's pretty hilarious.

We sure do get het up about a whole lot of nothing, don't we?

I don't have a follow-up to that remark, I just had a need to use "het up", in a sentence.

I'm trying to get back into writing mode. With all of this extra time to houseclean, etc., with work being so slow, I figure let's turn lemons into lemonade and channel some of this angst and anxiety into some art. It's always worked well for it anyway.

I feel very awkward typing where family can see me. This is another thing I have to work on; writing under the eye of discovery.

It's so much easier to write when you're in a place where nobody knows your name. (You see what I did there?)

Tenacity and commitment - we're ending the month with those two words being our key-phrases for personal un-lockings.

“Since we must and do write each our own way, we may during actual writing get more lasting instruction not from another's work, whatever its blessings, however better it is than ours, but from our own poor scratched-over pages. For these we can hold up to life. That is, we are born with a mind and heart to hold each page up to, and to ask: is it valid?” - Eudora.Welty

(p.s. : I made a pretty awesome pillow for my almost father-in-law for Christmas. I now have an itch to make more throw pillows. This may happen.)