not much has changed….

not much has changed….

34 years later and you’re still wearing those shoes; still putting them on the wrong feet even. you still insist on carrying a bag entirely too big for your person. and then moan and wail about your aching spine to whomever will listen. usually someone furry...
yessir that’s my baby!

yessir that’s my baby!

this last week was a baby jubilee! hunkiest and i were doused in boy-baby madness with the arrival of two of our best friends’ handsome sons. on thursday, rogan, aka “mr.smiles-while-breathing-sleeping-eating-and charming the pantaloons off all within a 20...
merry merry

merry merry

 happy christmas eve to you my darlings! are the stockings stuffed? is the tinsel hung? did you remember the milk for santa’s cookies? hunkiest and i have been doing our best to get in the holiday spirit. our santa in residence has turned the house into a...
untitled

untitled

what’s there to say? when monstrousness rears itself in human form, are there ever appropriate words? i try to make sense and formulate a dialogue, but my emotions get the best of me, as do my tears and grief, and the guttural sounds of rage and sadness render...
a little less “whack”….

a little less “whack”….

  all year-long i set pen to paper to list the things, people and circumstances i’m thankful for. typically i’m uncontainable: an erupting geyser of gratitude; oodles of exclamatory grammar gymnastics and language syntax conveying my whistling teapot...