It’s not quite drowning, as I manage to stay just above the fast-moving current. For the most part. But my head hurts and my feet itch and I’m tired of being tired. I feel like the Grinch, hating the noise above all else. Only instead of stealing everyone’s Christmas presents I overspend on Amazon and… Read More Noise, Noise, Noise, Noise.
I finally got the old iPod Nano running. I was sick of tiring my phone’s battery by blasting epic music playlist on YouTube through my cheap, dollar-store earbuds. Judging by the playlists I found, I last used it in a desperate attempt to lull my now five-year-old son to sleep on the airplane when he… Read More Checkered Floor
Close your eyes and imagine a stop sign. No, really. Just do it. Okay? Okay. So tell me, what did you see? Or rather, how did you see it? Was it a crisp, clear image? Did that image hold as long as you pleased or did it disappear a nanosecond later? Was it a… Read More Projector Screen
Sometimes it seems futile. Everything is going well. My husband recently received a sizable bonus at work. I find that with my eldest at school most of the day I appreciate our time together more. I get to video chat with my family often. I am making friends in my watercolor class. I am still… Read More Futile
And then it was quiet. With the long-forgotten puff of air the bus door shut, my firstborn in tears as he sat in the row directly behind the driver. They all said I would cry, but I did not. Twenty minutes later we met him there at the school, as promised. My husband took several… Read More The Silence
The scenes are rooted in my head. Surreal images and flashes of feelings from my dreams. The ocean is close, the beautiful storm overly visible through the window. The familiar, sandstone path down to the coast crumbles, barely attached and supported to the neighboring wall. A campsite in my forested yard. A host of other… Read More Dreams II
All I wanted were some tacos. But with a teething baby, grumpy almost-kindergartner, and my ever-present depression fatigue, the odds were stacked against me. I’m tired. I’m always tired. Exhausted. I just want to nap. Always. Except maybe sometimes at 11pm. When I’m sleeping I don’t have to feel tired. I don’t have to… Read More Taco Anxiety