heads up to loyal readers

Shit’s about to get dark.

I’m participating in a one-month project centered around writing and grief. I’ll be using this blog as the repository for my writing so it can be easily accessed by my project group.

Things are going to be heavier and even more self-centered for a bit. Feel free to unsubscribe or mute me — I take no offense, and commend you on choosing the media diet that feeds you best.

If you choose to stick around, please feel no obligation to comment or comfort — no offense, but for the purposes of this project, I’m not writing to please an audience (not even you dears) or score any points. I’m just trying to see things from a more focused perspective for a bit and figure out a better way to think, and perhaps, to write.




Preschool open house was tonight, so the boys wore their new/bigger signature shoes to meet their teacher.
Blue for Felix, gray for Emerson, so everybody at school can tell them apart at a glance. I was thrilled to find these mostly-blue shoes with some pink highlights for Felix.🐩 Also thrilled when we found out they’ll have the same teacher as last year – she’s marvy.

One of the cutest thing since ever seen: some of their old classmates came up to say hi. Those friends are all advancing to the 3yo class because they are 3 now, but I know they’ll still see each other on the playground, in chapel, etc – it was nice to know they weren’t forgotten over the summer.

The family who sat behind us during the orientation also had twin boys (fraternal), about 20 months old, new to the school. The mom realized that she had checked us in at the airport when we flew to Germany almost 2 years ago!

I guess maybe she doesn’t meet lesbian moms with redheaded identical twins everyday!

She was pregnant with hers then, and we spoke briefly about it at the time. They’re also raising theirs bilingual (English/Arabic), and we’re probably going to do some playdates.

How crazy is that?! 🌎🌍🛫🌈
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Bad Teen Poetry Saturday Night: Tonic

The sternum thump kickstarts my heart
The beat loosens my locked hips
The strum rips the lid off the cage
that holds
my breath
The organ spins me in and rocks me soothed.

Boom Boom Crash
tap tap tap
Howl and hiss and purrr
and thrum
and burn

Lining up homeostatic processes,
cells start bringing mitotic pulses
shuffling each synapse
into the music of the spheres
right up
to the higher harmonics

Make it hurt so good

Reduce and
Elevate me to Yes
More, please.


(Also, you know, it’s got a beat, you can dance to it.)

volume max on car stereo

Wrote the meat of this after a live show last fall. Live music loud is best, but loud will suffice for the day-to-day. All music has value, and any music is better than none. 


Taking out the trash and recycling tonight, @krismastree81 pointed out a wiggling skink beside our garage glue trap. When I put a stick down to shoo it away, we realized it was not a skink – it was a garter snake, and it was already definitely stuck.

Google told us to oil it free, so I grabbed the canola and doused it, then gently worked it free from the tail forward with a plastic spoon.

It was slow going at first, and the snake looked skeptical. (Fair enough, it was my first time, too.) But as soon as about an inch was off, snake started pulling more — and almost dragged the trap out of my hand! They are solid muscle.

We kept working together, adding more oil, and kk brought us paper towels to lay over the trap to it wouldn’t reattach itself with all its twisting.

Soon, it pulled free and slithered off along the foundation and curled up against the stoop to recuperate. I put out a shallow cup of water nearby and wished it well.

Some people think snakes are slimy, and they’re usually wrong. Tonight, however, there IS one very slimy snake in my neighborhood, and does it ever have a story to tell!

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There’s a lap under there, somewhere.
My stupid reflex reacto-feeling, when they start building a mom grotto on me, is to be annoyed, then claustrophobic. What if I want to stand up? So inconsiderate. Gawd.

When I’m lucky, my upstairs brain usually steps in and points out that they’re trusting me with their treasures.
Anointing me with their lovin’ plush.
Sharing their wealth without pausing to consider whether I deserve the honor.

That’s MY job. #disneyfamilyreunion #crayons #saturdayselfsermon #letthembelittle #limitedtimeoffer #xpost via Instagram http://ift.tt/1LQ89Cv