you’re motoring / what’s your price for flight?
My dog Hutch and I have some kind of bromance going on. But it’s not one of these rude, crass, and fumbly kinds like you’re seeing in so many films today. No our bromance is like – Appaloosa‘s. Or...
View Articleon the present moment
This afternoon I did not want to put aside my work (which had been delayed enough already), and pack children into the car – rowdy children, not all of them mine – and go to a few shops, and pick up...
View Articlesome things never seem to fucking work
Just in case you aren’t following/friending me on Facebook, WHY YES I wrote a massive post on Roadhouse‘s twenty-fifth anniversary. I am kind of upset you thought I’d do anything else. Life is – good....
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a wolf without a foot!
It feels odd to sit on our new toilet seat. I was used to the one with the broken hinges, such that using the facilities meant this kind of gentle balancing act at the same time. But Ralph replaced the...
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i want to be good to you
My children are my everything to me. They leave me helpless and I’m always treading water trying to make it work. I have never struggled so much nor done such a poor job or found more endless reasons...
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You’re gonna have to sleep sometime, MacReady
Meeting someone new. Lunch. My wee girl… being beautiful. Just before yoga tonight. Which was kind of crabby and not-right. And just now – Ralph, Hutch & I for a late-night walk. Phee at home,...
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waiting for a gift from the sea
My son tells me, upon waking, he thinks he may have developed a case of mycelia. “It’s a state, often observed in ants or other insects, where a fungus uproots the function of the brain.” He is very...
View Articlea fleeting glimpse / out of the corner of my eye
This morning on my walk back up the hill, with my faithful dog at my heels, I am suddenly reminded of my father. He ran long-distance, so several times a week he would set out for a few miles by...
View Articleit’s like falling in love
My son is tall; his coat from last year, a favorite, reaches the top of his hips and the sleeves end above the wrist. His hair is growing out from a short cut; in the morning, there is invariably a...
View Articlemilk-fang
My dreams have been restless of late. Two nights ago my husband and I were entertaining suitors, men and women who wanted to carry off and then marry our girlchild. In the dream my daughter was so...
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