I leaned over the table and gifted her the magic of my definition of grace. She leaned back in her seat, thought for a moment, then nodded. “You are very wise.” “Isn’t she just?” my other friend added. “Ah, but we’re all wise here in our own special way. I mean, in the pub quiz of… Continue reading
Overflowing sink and tears I turn the music up and begin to frantically dance I message a friend I’m dancing like a middle aged lady In a Lifetime movie Going through a crisis If I remember correctly After this is when my groove comes back For the moment though There is only sweat And rapidly… Continue reading This is What I Really Call a Party Now…
I catch our reflection in the window and the moment perfectly sums up us: D is meticulously measuring out ingredients for his latest culinary pursuit while I am wildly dancing behind him to the Scissor Sisters pumping through my headphones. I can see the slight upward curve of his mouth. He’s trying his best not… Continue reading
It’s good that the kids have my husband. Wandering around the museum, kid points at something. The Engineer: blah blah blah actual facts Me: ohh see this! This is an ancient Egyptian spaghetti dinner party. And that? That’s a snakicorn! Very rare Egyptian creature.
six strings tie us back together a moment of frustration turned to trying something new my fumbling fingers his sorta mocking chuckle upon discovery I carry on then in curiosity he takes the guitar from me tries to remember the right chords I’m okay and I walk away he searches for me sits close and… Continue reading
For the last week, I’ve gone around with at least half a dozen hair slides of varying degrees of sparkle in my hair. They were presents for Pixie. She’s taken lately though to the desire to do my hair for me everyday. First she sprays me down with the spray conditioner that makes one smell… Continue reading Give Her Effervescence, She Needs a Little Sparkle…
I’ve started listening to heavy metal whilst doing the last round of dishes at night. It used to be my least favorite thing to do – so soul sucking. Now it’s something I look forward to because no one understand the angst of doing household chores like Rob Zombie.