Grown don’t mean nothing to a mother. ~Toni Morrison

Grown don’t mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What’s that suppose to mean? In my heart it don’t mean a thing. -Toni Morrison, Beloved Emily’s Valkyrie Hey my girl, My moppet, my colt, my brilliant amazing daughter I need you …

The child supplies the power but the parents have to do the steering. Benjamin Spock

  The Day after the Day After Tomorrow   I wish I could always be the fur soft blanket, the cool pillow, the warmest cup of chocolate for you dear one. Not the grimacing harpy, the nagging ogress the shaking finger of homework and underwear not  in hamper.   But …

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. Albert Camus

Mountains of Leaves Under the leaves  Fired with red, breaking with yellow Dew makes the grass still green And as the trees lose more and more they Don’t all shatter underfoot, but slide Careful don’t fall.  He’ll go out soon, collecting the sodden And the crisp, the dastardy sweet gum balls …

For in every adult there dwells the child that was, and in every child there lies the adult that will be.

― John Connolly, The Book of Lost Things Tonight my sweet little girl (who is not having the easiest start to the school year but better than last year), my darling child said: “Mommy, this might be kind of random, but I need to ask you something,” I said, “sure …

“If I were to wish for anything, I should not wish for wealth and power, but for the passionate sense of potential — for the eye which, ever young and ardent, sees the possible. Pleasure disappoints; possibility never.” Kierkegaard

OH damn. Damn damn damn.  This is the wish. I wish I felt like I did during college or grad school, or perhaps even my first job, when I just knew I was marking time until it got good. And it did, get good that is.  I had some amazing …

Opportunity is a favorable occasion for grasping a disappointment. Ambrose Bierce

I’m not looking forward to tomorrow. I don’t look forward to my days right now anyway, but tomorrow is going to be worse than usual. I have to tell my Bean, that though she practiced and practiced, that though she sounded great when I heard her (and that’s not just …

Shadows of a thousand years rise again unseen, Voices whisper in the trees, "Tonight is Halloween!" – – – Dexter Kozen

Hopefully I’ll have a bit more to say tomorrow, but for tonight—we haunted the neighborhood after having a lovely day—1/2 spent enjoying our anniversary with my husband, the other half enjoying getting dressed up with our daughter. We were running slow because J is getting over a bad stomach virus. …

We think we’re pretty smart…

Oh I’m taking a break from the Halloween Countdown—and I’ve had to because it was yet another exhausting week at work. I hope THAT gets better soon. I can’t decide if  I love it or not. I know I don’t like office politics. But I love the work, I love …

Don’t walk behind me; I may not lead. Don’t walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend. Albert Camus

Well it is about birthday time. And about time for me to have the mopes. These are both reasonable and not. Why are they—well I had a  ….a childhood. So each year on my birthday I remember things you might see on a made for TV movie. And wonder just …

It’s a bit like trying to turn an ocean liner around. Or an elephant. Or an 18 wheeler. Like that.

I’m going to start moving my fingers. Moving my fingers and writing some words. I don’t know what I’m going to say, but I know I need a bit of catharsis. I’ll start with the yuck and move on. I do not know how to deal with this one person. …

Forward this, otherwise tomorrow morning your underwear will turn carnivorous~Billy Connolly

I hate chain letters. I hated them when they came through snail mail, back when I was a kid and I hated them when I’d get them on compuserve. I hated them back in the concentric days and I hate them now. Cannot believe people forward things that say “you’ll …