Thread the needle, dear,
and sew a new tomorrow.
Hooray, seam ripper!
My thumb is not green.
I need plants I cannot kill.
One of these still lives. 20 more words
I am treating myself to a day off after a hectic run of work, so I am sitting in my garden as the cats explore various nooks and crannies, and admiring the plants, now sited in their various positions and beginning to take in the spring sunshine. 353 more words
There are a lot of myths about Beginnings. Stories. Legends. Theories. They are expansive, all-encompassing things that strive to answer such large questions such as ‘where did life begin?’ And really, that’s the question that radiates through every step of everything we do. 556 more words
Towards a Dastardly MA Thesis:
I haven’t been able to stop writing but also, what’s worse, I haven’t been willing to look over what I’ve written, and at this point I know I’ll need to soon; it’s not getting any earlier in the year; we’re not getting any further from December; I have no statement ready and right now I have nothing to say for this entire day, this Sunday–what a mess, the toddler! 93 more words