This is going to be a short one, since I have about 5 more minutes of kid-free time. I am determined to get them bathed and in bed on time tonight and hopefully for the rest of the week. With any luck, we’ll even get to school once or twice on time. Continue reading “Survived the weekend”
A Poem
Sorrow by day
Sleepless nights
This Life an empty shell
Hell on Earth
Good Night
Just a quick note to thank everyone who attended tonight’s event at Rojo. Or donated a print. Or played music. Or hosted the event. Or purchased a photo. Or picked up my tab. Or had a kind word or a hug. Or organized the event. Continue reading “Good Night”
Heading for the breakdown
Today, I took my first still photo gig since Mike died. It wasn’t much. Drive to a desolate mobile home near Guntersville, meet the wife of a man on death row (she met and married him 15 years AFTER he was convicted), take a photo of a photo of the happy couple during a prison visit and head back to B’ham. Continue reading “Heading for the breakdown”
Thanks again
I’m realizing, once again, that it will be nearly impossible to thank everyone adequately for all of the love and support sent our way. Continue reading “Thanks again”
Going through the wreckage
I think that maybe one of the best ways to deal with the wreckage that my life seems to have become is to go through every file, every photo, every card that I’ve saved over the years and either get rid of them, or put them together in some way that makes sense. (Dumping them into a plastic box doesn’t count).
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The floodgates open
Last night, I had a dream that Avery and Marley and I went swimming at Turkey Creek, and the water was extremely high. Avery had jumped in the water, which made me panic, because he cannot swim so well yet, but there he was paddling away, as I know he can, and also, miraculously, breathing too. What a relief. I then turned to Marley who took her turn jumping into the dangerously high water. Lo and behold, she also could swim. Much better than I thought she could. Continue reading “The floodgates open”