I moved to the country about three years ago. I was working through post-natal anxiety and maybe mistakenly thought that the fresh air would rattle my brain back to whatever normal is. (Normal is relative and over-rated) We first moved in with my family. My father wanted to be like The Waltons. But The Waltons is TV. Old TV. (And I love my Dad, but I’ve learned that I also love reliable internet connections and family time that doesn’t involve…
There’s this interesting thing about me. The best part of any holiday or vacation or fuckskioffski or whatever you call it, is the night before you leave. That and Day One. Round about Day Two or Three, I’m already thinking of ways to extend the trip. Because I am a wanderluster like that. And as we approached the middle of our Edinburgh road trip, I got to thinking. Neil will tell you my over-thinking is a scary thing. But stick…
If we were having coffee, and catching up on blog news, I’d tell you Sonia at Losing The Plot won the recent blog promo video giveaway. And Christine at I’m Sick and So Are You, in her infinite wisdom, has come up with 5 Reasons You Shouldn’t Read Gin & Lemonade. Do you think sarcasm is the highest form of flattery? Please say yes. Because then we can be friends. In real life, the fam and I took a week-long…
And so, a few days ago I was thinking about writing while eating a root beer Dum Dum lollipop. Thinking about writing is pretty much my natural state. Working on, y’know, actually writing more. Stick with me. The Dum Dum was a nostalgic addition courtesy of a recent care package from my mother. It contains too many E numbers, and two handheld gamimg devices. Isla, at four, is apparently behind her peers in the use of gadgets that are not…
Funny story, I downloaded a meditation app. It’s called Calm. And I actually used it. To meditate, find relaxation, hide, whatever. This happened, a grand total of once. So far. But let’s back up. My kid turned four. And I met Katie from Fatty McCupcakes. On the same day. It was a groovy day. A day that included 20 cupcakes, 14 penguins, and a unicorn. Or so we thought. The night before Isla’s birthday, Neil and I were wrapping Isla’s…
