Thought Salad

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  • Sunday blues

    Sunday blues

    I don’t know what truck hit me today- never got the licence plate number- but man. Every inch of my body hurt, I could hardly keep my eyes open and I felt deathly afraid of food. My strategy for the entire day boiled down to one thing- don’t die. I got up for about half…

  • Horizon

    Horizon

    The clouds obscure the edge, world dropping off unannounced The horizon stretches out, the distance pronounced We travel this world naked and alone wrapped in illusions that feel like home Unique to our experiences, no two the same, we struggle and learn, solitaire our game At the end of our journey, Our own judgement we…

  • The entertainer

    The entertainer

    Another day after a bad sleep. The little man in my life is getting worse not better. He seems to either be having separation anxiety or more likely, has discovered that mom and dad have a nice, soft bed that is nicer than his. So yawning my way through, we accomplished the day. I managed…

  • Baby boy

    Baby boy

    The middle of the second week of the year, and I’m on overdrive again. Work, writing, kids, cleaning, laundry arghhhhhhg! Today was one of those days where I got so tired, my eyes showed me visions of sleep undulate before my eyes. A day where there just wasn’t enough coffee. Somehow, my list of stuff…

  • Weekly wrap up

    Weekly wrap up

    Friday. A short week that felt so long. Sad goodbyes that felt so sudden, but when looking back they were anything but. Slowly climbing out of the deep freeze, then plunging back in. Children becoming bored and rambunctious near the end of their vacation from school, Asking if they can go tomorrow. New glasses, new…

  • Time warp

    Time warp

    It was a weird day today. I remembered to write 2018 in everything, which is way ahead of schedule for me, but I kept thinking it was Thursday. As much as I love holidays, being off my schedule always makes me feel like it’s a day later than it really is. Everyone else feels like…

  • Cozy

    Cozy

    A cold front has crossed my path, bringing shivers to my soul. Slivers of ice drift across the road, hiding the road like it hides the memory of warmth form the summer so long ago And yet, When I arrive to a home full of golden warmth and light, Laughter and hugs greet me, Happy…

  • December 25th

    December 25th

    I’m lying in bed, stuffed to the gills, wondering how it’s even possible to eat as many items as we did tonight. It reminds me of a satire piece in a medical journal a few years ago about the “extra stomach” for desserts that appears, referred to as “the pot au creme.” While it may…

  • Communal space

    Communal space

    I lay in the bed I remember from so many years ago, listening to the soft sounds of my little one falling asleep. He went quietly tonight, without a whimper after becoming more and more wound up playing games with Pop-Pop. It was as if all the batteries ran out at once, and he gave…

  • Journey Home

    Journey Home

    The road is long Torn between the warmth ahead And the comfort behind It stretches out interminably And yet What lies ahead is worth the journey Home to my youth Home to family The struggle is half the enjoyment The destination sweeter For the effort required to get there.