I have neglected this blog for so long, it almost feels silly to start it back up again. Being a blogger takes a lot of work and discipline and I have just been too overwhelmed with life to put in the effort. Yet, I miss the practice. I am not going to make any promises [...]
“I love you more than everything” from Leah Harris on Vimeo.
I am a notorious killer of plants.
My body amazed and awed me by growing a baby inside itself and then birthing him out, yet I have never quite managed to keep a plant alive. Even cactuses would wither and die under my fierce neglect. I took my very non-green thumb as a mark of shame, [...]
Despite my best intentions, I missed posting here on Mother’s Day - I was too busy scrambling around trying to get ready for a three-day work trip.
But it was a beautiful and action-packed day - my house guest, J, made us a wonderful breakfast - omelette, homemade hash browns, and a Bloody Mary. I took [...]
March is already here, arriving with a fierce blanket of snow.
Life is speeding by so, we did not yet get a chance to play in it. If it had been up to me, I would have taken a snow day, but work called, so off we went, two hours late.
I looked out the window [...]
I’ve neglected my sweet little blog for too long now. A whole week!
Life has left me at a loss for words - I’m always processing, processing, processing - that’s what I do. But lately I’ve been going through an odd period of offline metamorphosis.
I’ve been sleeping a lot - it’s as if I’m catching [...]
Certainly contrary to The Rules, or other such advice about not pursuing men, I sent MTM an email yesterday. I decided to make one last attempt to clear up the question marks.
Hope you had a fun inauguration weekend.
Also wanted to ask: is everything ok? I thought we had a really nice connection at brunch, [...]
Today was a magical day, a glorious day. The feeling I get when I contemplate this new leader of ours is simply beyond description.
I did not head out onto the Mall with the millions cheering on our 44th president. I knew my feisty three year old would not have been very tolerant of hours-long [...]
(This is a post that I wrote on and off through my stay in California, battling my grandmother’s virus-addled PC. Hope you don’t catch anything! - MamaDharma)
Tonight I read a stunning interview in The Sun Magazine (excerpted online but really worth reading in its entirety) with Kittissaro and Thanissara, a couple who lived as Buddhist monks [...]
“I had a good time with that big guy!”
“What’s the big guy’s name, honey?”
He says H’s name.
“That’s right! Is H your daddy?”
“Yes.” (then, after some thought) “No! He’s not my daddy, silly, he’s my friend!”
“Who’s your daddy, then?”
As sad as it is, I just had to laugh. Here I am buggin’ about all of this, [...]
Welcome to this blog - my chronicle of the illuminating, character-building path of single parenthood. I'm making this up as I go along. My life is my practice, and my five year-old son is my greatest teacher.