jes hears yelp from front hall sometime around six in the morning. (jes is not normally movin about at six in the morning.) she walks groggily into the front hall where husband has laid out his uniform so as not to disturb jes, who, i may emphasize, is not usually awake at six in the [...]

due to the recent overwhelming response (i mean, really, when have i ever coerced so many of you closet readers to leave your two cents?), i’ve decided to take this blog a different route.

what route is that? you ask.

let me tell you. we’re no longer going to be squeezing the universe here (whatever that means, [...]

i’ve spent all of my time the past few days engaged in the following pursuits:

worrying that the yankees are going to burn atlanta.
worrying about housework.

the first thing i thought when i read beth’s (of course i remember you!) questions was “i don’t know a thing about nothin.” but then as i pushed myself to go [...]

i was talking with a good friend last week lamenting the state of my house. walls are half-painted. the kids lovingly refer to the living room as the “trash compactor.” every time i turn around henry is turning some bit of ephemera from my life that hasn’t found a home yet into a weed [...]

i just wanted to say that i read this little book, the magician’s elephant, and it was so beautiful. it was like speaking with a painting at the Musée d’Orsay. it was like reading a prayer with cripples and orphans and miracles in it. it was like eating a piece of bittersweet chocolate very very [...]