I have such awful timing – I asked Jo a couple of months ago if she’d like to post for me. You would think that for as often as I’d read her blog, I’d have been tuned in to her upcoming do-it-herself move, which meant that she wasn’t going to have time to write me [...]
Archives for the ‘struggle shared with many’ Category
a little beauty, a little housekeeping
Tuesday, 22 June 2010
It is one of those days. My babies are tag-teaming each other for my attention. My toddler didn’t sleep last night, which meant I didn’t sleep last night. My six-month-old is teething. I do not find a lot of beautiful in all the fuss, when I want to pause and write and think my own [...]
having fun yet?
Friday, 21 May 2010
I work from home. I say this, of course, with tongue-in-cheek, because I am not officially anything and I am rarely paid for my work. But I do; I work from home. The working-from-home thing presents interesting dilemmas. I’m sure you’ve heard them before: being always at work, having to learn micro-management, intense prioritizing issues. [...]
my still
Monday, 17 May 2010
this is my quiet time. my listening time. my fade-into-the-background time. the travel, the two babies, the constant lack of time calls me quiet, calls me out of existence into the still to be found when I talk nonsense and nothing, when I don’t want my phone to ring, when I need to get through [...]
early
Wednesday, 14 April 2010
Morning. The kids tag-teamed yesterday. I was crazy. I am up early today; I have been working on other things and not so much here. I am learning about free, about how I don’t know how to be so, though I fight and hope and fight for it. I wonder if this is something others [...]
they shall see
Wednesday, 31 March 2010
Night comes here, again. The evening passes too slowly – and too quickly; I don’t have time to capture time that is spinning away from me as if the hands on the clock have come alive. They wave at me, taunting. I glare. I can hear the laughter. Time waits for no one. It would [...]
short: a poem
Tuesday, 30 March 2010
a friendwroteto me saying she was shorton words. So am I, Ithought. I am always short on words, but when I see, I don’tneed words. Sometimes it is better this way. (Image © Informal Moments Photography)
