I’ve been in Scotland 25 years, but I’m American. I don’t really fly my American flag, I’d say I’m from New York first. Except when I’m in Edinburgh, then I say I’m from ‘up North’ and everyone gets confused. Because then I look at my daughter, and decide that I might actually be from Edinburgh, because that’s where she was born, and that’s where I became a mother. Did I mention I was actually born in Dallas? The Texas one,…
I’ve been waiting to post this post to replace that scary cat puzzle. It’s still in my house, by the way. But at least it’s no longer the first thing you see when you visit my blog. It was funny at the time, but moving on. Have I mentioned my house is a mess? Someone hid my grabber and true story, I can’t pick stuff up off the floor with without my Inspector Gadget gadget. Also, Isla’s been sick and…
And so, I’d been watching Isla sleep. In a non-creepy way. When Neil’s away, we have a GIANT SLEEPOVER and she crashes out sideways on my bed. On the days I wake up without her elbow in my stomach or her toe up my nose, I have the benefit of seeing her open her eyes. On Neil’s side of the bed. Isla opens her eyes on Friday morning, ‘Happy Daddy Day,’ she says. I’d texted Neil the night before. Even…
And so, if we were having coffee, I’d tell you that I’ve yet again reclaimed my corner of the home office. Cozy with my Tiffany lamp, my butterfly print, and um, a giant filing cabinet. For real, though. I meant to write yesterday, but we had to go pick up Neil’s new old man glasses. For real. Varifocals. He recently went for an eye test, and they explained his declining vision by saying, ‘That’s OK. It happens when you get…
