Sometimes the writing is an exercise in confronting my deficiencies as a writer. And because I am a writer, that easily spirals into thoughts of inadequacy, worries of having “missed my chance,” and wondering if I will ever meet the potential everyone thought I had when I was eight. (I was quite an eight-year-old. Weren’t we all?)Continue reading Three Words
Earlier this week, we began construction on an addition to our house. Short term, it means a new office for me, and a sunroom and deck for the family. Middle-to-long term, it will help with resale when the time comes to move my little band of mischief-makers.
There are a lot of unknowns, unexpecteds, and uncontrollables.Continue reading Diggy Diggy Hole: February 2020 Month in Review
Wistfulness alert: This past week marked ten years that we’ve lived in this house.
It is the longest I’ve lived in any one place.
We had celebrations and memorials, holidays and illness. We’ve welcomed our third child, said goodbye to our beloved first dog and hello to our goofball second dog.
We’ve changed careers. We’ve struggled and we’ve prospered. We’ve suffered and we’ve triumphed. It’s been the home of my midlife.Continue reading Wandering In the Middle of the Most Familiar Places