Time for Bed

J with his cat Zak. Em leaning on him. This picture says a lot somehow about our family. I don’t know what exactly but I love everything going on here. Her pretty face and big eyes, elegant fingers on her Dad’s back. J  with his companion of 14 years. Zak …

Nobody who says, ‘I told you so’ has ever been, or will ever be, a hero.― Ursula K. Le Guin

I suppose if you look at things from a more optimistic point of view, they turn out to be adventures, not terrifying hurtles down the side of an icy mountain on a trashcan lid at a high rate of speed right? I hope in the years to come that this …

In the name of God, stop a moment, cease your work, look around you.Leo Tolstoy

The prompts from both places are similar…what nourished your soul this year, what was your best moment. I would say we haven’t had many of them this year but we have had some… Halloween, our 13th anniversary and a houseful of kids and their families in our spooky house was …

Two dangers constantly threaten the world: order and disorder. Paul Valery

  Everything in its Place I want a clean and orderly place to sit and think, or make a thing. I want an unstained and fur free couch to watch The Doctor or turn a page. I want an unmuddled and chaos free desk to sit and write  or play …

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 …