And then there are the days where it seems like just too much work to get the kids dressed- so you don’t- and then you spend the rest of the day feeling guilty because there’s this societal ideal that people should be dressed and coordinated at all times, even if they’re not going outside (except for that one, “quick” errand), and there you go. You’ve started the day off on the Guilty Foot. It progresses to the point where you actually {Read More}
Copious Weeping: Minivan Edition.
October 10, 2013 By 8 Comments
Yesterday, I dropped Nora off at preschool and drove up to a dealership. To test-drive a minivan. Along the way, I gave myself a little pep talk: the backseat of a Passat is no place for three children, smallish as they may be. Wouldn’t it be nice to have room to bring the children and their things and one or two things for myself? Sure, you used to scoff at in-car DVD players, but a repeat 6 hour drive to Cincy quickly cancels {Read More}
Back To School. Now With More Feelings!
September 9, 2013 By Leave a Comment
I know a lot of you have been playing the Back To School game now for weeks… But now it’s my turn. With this kid. …And her Back To School helper. It’s her second year of preschool (which is what happens when you start with a Young 3s program)…but I’m just as emotional as if she were going off to college. For very short, very young people. Okay, I’m not devastated sad. Of course not. Just twinge-y. Saddish. Hormonal. And it’s {Read More}
Writers Are Just The Worst.
February 25, 2013 By 8 Comments
Last night, I had a deadline. More accurately, last Monday I had a deadline. Now, here’s how I generally work on plays:-IdeaIDEAidea, wouldn’t this be fun? (Four months.)-Plot Out The Things What Happen. Bonus- Add some dialogue which, while not truly belonging anywhere, is wicked funny. (One month.)-Freak out about character development and scrap the whole thing. (One month.)-Realize I am left with nothin’. Bring some people/dialogue back. Write more appropriate-to-nothing funny dialogue. (One month, minus two days.)-Pull two all-nighters and {Read More}
Over The River And Through The Woods…
November 19, 2012 By 2 Comments
We could’ve saved a ton on beds. Early Saturday morning, the four of us took off for my folks’ house in Massachusetts, a roughly seventeen hour drive. (Because a 2k pricetag to voluntarily drag my kids through holiday week airports didn’t quite compute.) My brain, spine, and eyeballs have yet to fully recover (from things like stopping three times in the first two hours)…so for now,
The Glass Menagerie UPDATE.
October 22, 2012 By 3 Comments
And no, I’m not watermarking this picture. If anyonereally needs to steal an image of a glass cat- have at it. There has been an update to the rapidly unfolding Glass MenagerieGate of 2012. Namely, the cat has been found. The cat has been found. My friend Vicki, whom I had contacted for help, had suggested that the glass animals were in the living room. Now, I had looked in the living room. I had emptied vases, opened the radiator {Read More}
The Glass Menagerie.
October 18, 2012 By 3 Comments
All the miniatures and their brethren at the shop. I do not own ALL of these little guys. YET. There are some very important stories going on in the world right now. Stories about things that make an impact. This is not one of those stories. This, however, is the story of how I lost a very important collection. And how the collection began. And how the loss of the collection raised stress levels in an already borderline crazy person. Namely, me. {Read More}
Keely And The Terrible, Horrible…Oh, I Give Up.
September 27, 2012 By 9 Comments
A very old pic, but an all-too-recent sentiment. Put quite simply, Tuesday was a rough day. It started out well enough. Nora was dropped off at preschool, happily tossed Doc Bullfrog into the backseat of the car, and bounded into her classroom with nary a fuss. ‘Cause she loves it there. Which is great, because I had worried [slightly]. I drove home to get Susannah ready for a nap, glowing with the self-satisfaction that comes from knowing you’ve made the {Read More}
