Living with Vision

I am up early this morning, before the little ones.  In my closet-office (where I sit in a corner at a small desk, typing this under a rack of hanging clothes), I am armed with a steaming mug of Darjeeling tea, a couple of Cinnamon-Orange-Almond-Spelt muffins, and the promise of a glorious uninterrupted hour of…

Family and Flexible Vision

I wish that I could find a (nonexistent) journal entry from back when I was in college where I said something like: “Ten years from now, I can see myself…”  And then I described the vision of my life.  The vision I had before marriage, before kids.  Wow. That would be good for a laugh….

The Daily Turn #26: One of Those Days

Today would have been a good dayfor all the people who post commentsabout how they don’t know how I do it allto walk into my house–Trying to sleep in too late,barging around about nothing,dropping the broom to the floorwith a thud just becausesomebody wants to eat again.Seeing the world as a series ofmesses that have…

Journaling, or The Story of My Life

When I was in kindergarten, my brother found my diary.  I remember it distinctly, because he paraded around the house with it, reading aloud in his most theatrical voice, “I do not know (emphatic pause…) if I am in love…”  I was so embarrassed that I grabbed the book and threw it behind my dresser–which,…