its not you, its me

dear santa maria, we’re leaving. and we probably wont see you again. at least for a long long time.{when B  is old enough to know/care to seethe beautiful corner of california in which his life commenced}its not you, its me….it might be you.saturday...

bob cratchet’s wife

a few years ago i posted that my new year’s resolution was to  find my long lost tact.update: still haven’t.a brief moment as background for non-family… {cc is in construction mgt.we are here in the central coast for only 18 monthsto finish this...

a dandy lady

my granny passed almost exactly 10 years ago.i have been thinking lots about her lately.because my mom and sister are here for the week,we curled up together and read her life story on her birthday{2 days ago}.we cried. we laughed. we learned. “I have had a...

the day i learned i’m not my mom

yesterday was just one of those days. one of those days i felt like doing nothing.i felt like i sat the entire day and did just that.it isn’t entirely true, of course.i nearly finished a quilt, went on a walk with Little Man,and eventually worked out when...

dear mr clifford,

there was a time in my life when i wasn’t sure if i would ever be here.if it was possible to be this giddy to be alive.this morning, as i fed B, i watched him look up at the beautiful lilies i found in my newly-cleaned house last night {when i came home from...

dear OCD child,

jpeg        pdf i am going to be the one with the kid that runs up to me on the playground screaming bloody murder cause he has sand on his hands. he doesn’t handle even a slightly wet diaper. imagine his terror when that real nice thick cake...