Even Dead Snakes Want to Look Pretty Sometimes
Spring has arrived in North Carolina. I’m aware it’s only February. I know that we could still get some vicious cold snaps in the next month. I don’t care. Spring is here.
SAD
The Winter When I Didn’t Completely Lose My Shit
Rowan slept through the night last night. This is not a drill. I repeat — Rowan slept through the night last night. This is the first time in many, many months that he has slept all the way through. On those occasions, my body was so used to waking up 29384029348 times in the night that I did not sleep well, anyhow.
Welcome to the Winter of My Discontent
Y’all. I know it’s only November. I know this, but all that does is worry me more about what the next few months will be like.
When Streams are Ripe and Swelled with Rain
I hate April Fools Day. I spend a lot of time actively avoiding looking foolish, and here is a day whose sole intention is to make me look like an idiot. No thanks. It’s not going to be pretty if someone puts a box of donuts in the workroom that actually contains carrots.
“And the daylight and the wealth of time”
Sometimes I feel like I’m on a roller coaster without a safety bar. I spent part of this week in complete freak-out mode because Rowan is going to be a year old, but he should only be ten months old, and all of the feelings I’ve avoided so well for the last few months have been threatening to send this car plunging. I’m keeping my hands and feet inside the ride and holding on tight.
April Comes She Will
Who the eff thought leap year was a good idea?
“You know Julius, we really need to get an extra day in every four years or so.”
