Twenty nine
I was just walking the dog along the first part of the trail, the one that follows the back harbor and looks out across the water onto red barns and rolling fields and makes me feel like I really do […]
life
Penelope, and some other stuff
Odysseus is my favourite hero in all of Greek mythology. Actually the rest of them kind of piss me off. Theseus, Perseus, beef-witted Ajax, Paris who is a self-centered ass, and Achilles who is a great big douche. I’m quite […]
Magick
When each of my kids was young I would take them for long hikes carried in a Bjorn or an Ergo baby sling up hills and down, and through woods and along streams. And even before they had learned how […]
The Young Adult years (1984 or thereabouts)
I got my first tattoo because a six foot six inch transsexual hooker named Destiny told me to. Well to be fair, she told me and my best friend K that it would be totally cool if we both had […]
Blanketed
When I use this expression I don’t necessarily mean it as a comforting sort of image. It’s not Linus and that scrap of fabric he carried around with him; the one that transformed into a weapon or a cape or […]
The He(art) of Letter-writing
I just received a letter yesterday. There’s nothing like getting a letter. It carries more weight, more meaning, the envelope crackles, the stamps are colorful. I suppose I get a thrill from an inbox message but it’s not the same, […]
Getting Paid
The headline should in fact read: Equating getting paid sporadically for doing something you love which leaves you no time to go out and get a ‘real’ job which would pay you regularly. I’ve struggled with this for years and […]
My Heart Breaks
Every day when I drop my 5 year old(5YOD) off at daycare, we pause at the baby room and look for our favorite baby. There is a new one every season. Right now it’s a round-faced boy with red hair […]
In A Garden
Every morning I walk around my small garden. I pick up dog poo as well but that is not as romantic as the picture I am trying to paint of a fresh green lawn (we will ignore the bare patches […]
Ch-ch-ch-anges
The other morning on an excursion to pick up some raspberry plants my 5 year old daughter said, “Mommy. Daddy is going to marry Estelle.” I managed to say. “Really. Why do you say that?” “Because she told me he […]