One of the men who lives in the flats behind us had a huge grin on his face this morning when he saw me coming out of my house. Is it possible that this has something to do with the dance party I had in the kitchen the other night? It’s cool. There’s no real… 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…
Our knees pressed together as I sit on the edge of the hard bed and he in a desk chair wedged into the small space Two steaming cups on the windowsill of complimentary tea We watch the ships pass in the little canal nearby And the big fluffy dog And the heavy clouds For a… Continue reading
I haven’t, in fact, died. February went by in a blur of too many days of round the clock child care with the Engineer working more shifts or traveling and me collapsing the fuck in bed as soon as the kids were asleep and the dog fed. Also because I like to make life complicated,… Continue reading Business as Usual
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
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.
The other night I was putting the kids to bed which is basically like wrestling wet cats into a paper bag. Finally I get everyone settled into their own beds and mostly get Pixie to knock it off with her current stream of privileged white girl problems when she pipes up that now she’s afraid… Continue reading The Kids Are All Right