Before I moved in with Neil, I lived in six apartments over five years. Several of my landlords used my rent to pay for ski trips instead of their mortgages. Because that’s a thing. Anyway, there was legal stuff that had nothing to do with me. Except I had to move a lot, and with each new place I unpacked less and less. When Neil and I met, I was down to my cat and my bookshelves. He bought me…
Part of the re-vamp of this blog will be me participating more regularly in memes, blog-hops and other social blogging projects that I like/make sense to me/want to share with others. One of those such things is Top Ten Tuesday from The Broke and The Bookish. Today’s list is Resolutions for 2016. I prefer the term goals. Let’s call them goals. See, they’re trees, um, goals. And here they are with nifty categories. Writing Start/continue the journal/letters to Isla and…
I’ve decided I’m still a writer. I need to write more, but I’m still a writer. I have lots of notebooks. Some are even full. I also have a husband whose nicknames don’t stick, and a daughter who has too many. I have CP and a sporty wheelchair which I love, even if my post-baby hips are too big for it these days. I don’t know where I’m from. New York, by way of Dallas and the Highlands. And Glasgow.…
And so, I don’t have any excuses for not writing. Except maybe too much furniture blocking the computer. And a toddler. But those are really bad excuses. Because there’s also notebooks. And coffee. And pens. And OK, maybe the pens don’t work. But there’s crayons. Because there’s a toddler. Anyway. The last day of the year makes you think. Mostly about what you’ve done with the other 364 days. There’s been a lot of clapping. And crying. And laughing. And…
And so. Happy 18 months to my sweet, funny, already-geeky girl, Isla Madelyn. This afternoon, I found myself sitting with a bag of ice on my foot. The kid throws a mean sippy-cup. And then she came up and stole a piece of ice for her teeth. Sharing is caring. Here she is inspecting some of her Christmas haul. Complete with Christmas penguin deely-boopers. And here she is decorating her Daddy’s beard. Hope you’ve all had a great few days,…
