Twas the week before Christmas

The kids hung drinking straws on the Christmas tree.   They took all the brushes and cleaning cloths out of the mop bucket and hung them around the house.  I found scrub brushes hanging off of the peaks of the christmas Continue reading Twas the week before Christmas


This morning I stepped on the scale.  115 pounds.  ugghhh…. I can feel it in my body, see it in the way my clothes are fitting.  Feeling short of breath at the top of the third flight of stairs, still Continue reading pudge

the domesticity of pie

Today another meeting with my counselor.  Today we talked about how much I don’t like endings. Why don’t you like endings? she asked. Because endings are abandonment, and I will never abandon anything or anyone who has a glimmer of Continue reading the domesticity of pie