He bought me two roses as we waited for the show to begin, one red and one yellow (Love and friendship). I spoke to an older woman who let me sit on the bench beside her, I worried about whether our stroller took up too much space at the front of the crowd. It was … Continue reading Remembering “Master Clay”‘s Proposal

Little Aidan used to be such the cooperative little sleeper. But lately, things have taken a turn. I have an assumption that it has become more difficult for him because his life is SO much more exciting now than it was 5 months ago. He's found his feet, his hands are operational, food is becoming … Continue reading Dreams and Reality

I'm gonna be real with this one seeing as how it's my first blog in quite a while and I'm finding it hard to be poetic......my brain is officially melted. My mother just came to visit us for a few days. While she was here there was this mad rush of energy to finish classes, … Continue reading The Whole Deal was Surreal

I had a dream of a waiting room the other night... There was this stale, hauntingly boring air about the place. It was like.....well.....it was like a waiting room. I have no idea what I was waiting for, but the act of waiting commandeered my dream's entirety. Why would someone dream of a waiting room … Continue reading Asleep in Life’s Waiting Room…

I often look at my son and wonder if he remembers.... The consistent, rhythmic beeping of the machines, the strikingly bright lights never given a rest, the shrieking squeal of other nearby newborns fighting for life as our own little viking rested in his teeny tiny glow-worm den. Does he remember when I finally held … Continue reading An Amplified Silence…

So, I have to mention here and now that I've always considered myself a people-watcher. I LOVE observing people. Maybe that's why I love my cultural anthropology class so much.......do I sense a course major change in my future? The point of this blog is to say that while I do love people-watching, I also … Continue reading Monkey See Monkey Do

I'm a pro at this.This nudging PEST in the back of my mind. It's telling me to write....."WRITE, Damn you!!!"Is it my lack of outside experience as of late? An ever-present case of "cabin fever"?That "something" that sets my wheels on fire.......missing. Hiding beneath so much...."life".But what will I write about about? I have so … Continue reading The Great Block

The past few days I've been feeling guilty about something.At the end of this month I will be returning to school full-time. I've also been actively seeking employment, which basically means my upcoming schedule is going to be VERY busy. Truth be told, I've grown rather accustomed to my life at home with our kiddo. … Continue reading A Guilt Ridden Fog

I was sitting on our balcony the other day with the kiddo on my lap and I noticed something intriguing enough to write about. People watching from up there in our little family's tree house has become one of my absolute favorite things to do. It seems to get my creative juices flowing and it … Continue reading Magic in Puddles

This topic brings out a TON of passion for me...so I apologize in advance for it's length....but I just HAVE to get it out....That man that seems to LIVE at the intersection up the street from me with a cardboard sign glued to his hands, glared at me again today. Now, the last thing I … Continue reading Urban Campers