I was waiting for my sandwich (! Who can afford such things?) at the counter at Barnes & Noble today, and picked up a little book that was sitting there, alone, waiting. It was by a Monica Such and So and was about my muse, or your muse, or the muse belonging to the person […]

My brain is tired tonight, mostly, I think, because I used it so little today. I spent most of the day painting a dresser for Emma Grace’s room, and then organizing all of her toys. Her room looks much better, and we will be a happier family for it, I’m sure. But for now, my […]

Begin with an impossibly blond little girl in a too-short nightgown that is covered with pink flowers, who wears it despite its size because it’s a “Princess nightgown.” She is, after all, a princess. Begin with this little girl charging into the room, pink bunny in tow, laughing. Follow this with a six-year-old boy, central […]

A few weeks ago I got some memory in the mail. It came in a box, of all things, and by some miracle, using skills and knowledge that come naturally to him, my husband installed it in my computer. The computer had been asking for this for a Long Time. First of all, it was […]

I love my iPod. Last night, while William was at a birthday party and Bill was not yet home, during that terrible witching hour when the children are generally bored and wanting dinner and I become Absolutely Fed Up, I put a dvd on for the younger two and I put on my iPod. And […]

I just wanted you all to know that I am grateful, as ever, for the comments on my last posting. I would say as much in comments to your comments, but I can’t. To my Great Frustration, my site won’t post my comments. Oh, they’re there. Every time I go into my comments and login […]

Bliss! For just about two hours today, I was entirely alone. Well, alone in the sense that I wasn’t with anyone I knew. The children were occupied in various places with various forms of supervision, and I took myself to Border’s, equipped with three (3! I counted) of my favorite pens (because there is little […]

The children and I were in the van today when Emma Grace spotted a dump truck. “Look at the dump truck!” “Yes,” I said, “it sure is dirty, isn’t it? “It’s dusty,” she said. “Dusty and busty.” “Dusty,” Everett said. “Busty isn’t a word.” I didn’t say anything, but I laughed. No, for him, “busty” […]

She can blow a bubble! I couldn’t do that when I was four!