I have no letters after my name. Okay, officially I have a B.A., which in today’s climate stands less for Bachelor of Arts as it does for Buy Additional — credits, tuition, college time — leading to more letters (like M.A. or PhD) if you actually want to get a job in the field. I [...]
Posts Tagged ‘baby’
Okay, so maybe this doesn’t mean much to you people in Scottsdale, Arizona, or Hilo, Hawaii, but Baby it’s cold outside! The Norwegian Artist and I regularly walk three miles a day, in one mile increments, but lately I’ve been joining the dog near the wood stove and giving the Norwegian That Look when he [...]
There’s dried fettuccini on the bathroom floor, which is a variation from the usual wet towels, but this time it’s not the teenagers’ fault. Toddler has been rummaging around the cupboards, plunging fat sticky hands in the oatmeal, tossing raisins at the dog, and now playing pick up sticks with the pasta. I think I [...]
You’d think that a brand new baby and two squabbling older children would be enough to keep a person busy, but for some reason, after the Son and Heir was born, I had this driving desire to get a dog. A puppy, of course, to match the baby theme — an 11-month old Golden Lab [...]
Now I am not naÃ¯ve enough to think that bad things donâ€™t happen. Bad things happen to all of us, every single day, and for that reason I look for the total opposite in my reading pleasure.
Thatâ€™s why itâ€™s called reading â€œpleasure.â€
At the Norwegian Artist’s receptions and opening nights, I appear in something that exists all its own on the planet — no twin at Wal-Mart or Nordstrom’s — what I’m wearing is as unique, unusual, and imperfect as I am.
And before it be pointed out that there are far more serious issues to contemplate than invisible demarcation lines on plastic cups, allow me to observe that these lines — or lack of thereof — are a symptom of a larger issue:
Being forthright and honest. Or not.