I seem to be cursed with having extremely literary friends. I know several who have written books at this stage. Some are self-published, some are gaining steam in the traditional publishing world. Some are in the process of writing or shopping agents. I don’t mean this in a dismissive way of “oh everyone is writing…
I’m finding myself fatigued from trying to be profound nearly every evening in my writing and I still have some 40+ days left of this self-imposed task. This evening, however, I did begin writing something that was flowing well until I realised the topic I chose needs more time than I can devote to it…
It’s a strange sort of purgatory-like existence being home sick when you’re still not quite well enough to return to work, but no longer sick enough to spend days in bed, slipping in and out of naps, marking the passage of time by medication schedules. I was meant to be back in work today, now…
Anyone who hasn’t been living under a rock these days has noticed that there’s a new laser-focus in the mainstream media and on social media on the topic of sexual harassment. It’s been slowly building up steam for a while, leading up to the most recent #MeToo campaign to highlight how wide spread the issue…
“Dude, you have moss growing on your car. Why do you have moss growing on your car?” The Mister scowled at my laughter as he pulled at some blades of grass sticking out of the windshield wiper well. A clump of wet, green-lined sod came out. “It grows on the roof of our apartment building and…
It was a drizzly, grey, sunless sort of day today. A perfectly normal Irish day in the west of Ireland this time of year, to be honest. Not really a nice day for wandering outside for very long. However, to get some fresh air and let the hyperactive toddler stretch his legs out even a…
Our family is ailing somewhat at this point. I’m recovering from a very nasty bout of flu, the Mister has a sprained ankle, and Hawkeye has had an increasingly worsening cough, prompting me to take him back to the doctor this morning before our trip out west to Nana’s house. Now, normally the ladies at…
A project abandoned last year for numerous reasons despite being so close to completion. One again, coming back to the old mechanical rhythm is soothing. Perhaps this might finally be finished shortly!
I can’t remember the last time I actually spent a whole day in bed. I mean, even when the whole household was sick over the summer and I spent a long weekend parenting from the comfort of our pull-out couch, I still had to be up and about to a certain degree because unfortunately you…
I’ve been stuck down with the flu, despite getting a flu shot. Lucky me catching one of the less common strains. So, bedridden and achy and thoroughly disgruntled, all I have for you is another result from playing around with Portra. An old photo, this. From when Hawkeye was a baby. I miss napping with…
Last time my mother was visiting Hawkeye was communicating with very basic sentences and a relatively limited vocabulary. Now, he’s a full blown threenager, and while much of his babble is still in that mysterious language unknown to grownups, there is also a significantly more complex communication going on. Observing natural language acquisition from up close…
The Feathered Rose 