I remember when my boys were infants. Whenever I heard my infant boys crying, my heart would break. When they first showed separation anxiety, their emotion tugged at my heart strings. The years have passed, and the boys are older. Now, when I hear my boys cry, I want a drink. (I’m kidding.) Continue reading “My boy Charlie (Or, is it me?)”
Category: Junk Drawer
Parentheses (And, I think I need to get out more.)
What motivates me to write day to day is anyone’s guess. Though I go to bed every night with a bombardment of ideas, I wake up forgetting the ideas I had prior to sleep. While driving the boys to school, I find myself flipping through my mind in search of an idea, like one flips through office files. Continue reading “Parentheses (And, I think I need to get out more.)”
Birthday wishes and a pair of pantyhose
I am the counterpart to WordGirl’s Lady Redundant Woman. By that I mean, I repeat things. I am redundant. And, though Lady Redundant Woman has no real purpose in this post, I still feel the need to refer to her. I have a tendency to say the same thing more than once. I repeat myself. Who knows, maybe this post is a repeat. Continue reading “Birthday wishes and a pair of pantyhose”
Lenore's Thoughts Exactly 