Sitting watching the boxing tonight, I decided it was time to start writing on this blog again.
I have to say, the last two weeks have been unbelievable (and not really in a good way). 299 more words
Tonight my daughter was watching the cartoon, Caillou, so I was watching Caillou too. Children’s shows are an occupational hazard of parenting. I suppose it’s possible to avoid them–huzzah for the parents who do–but I find that sometimes I need my children to sit still for 20 minutes. 1,443 more words
My solo nights frequently consist of excessive activity of the mind, involving my mother’s untimely absence and the ceaseless longing to speak with her. I mull over the details of my days, politics, gender issues, race inequality, economics, you name it, there is something within every subject that I find the desire to chew over with my mama, to gain some of her poignant wisdom albeit good enough just to hear her voice. 581 more words
Hey there! I have so many things to write about. My head is full of ideas, my draft box is bursting. I have started to write 6 Blog posts today. 523 more words