We woke to a cool 45 degrees, a cold front here by any standard. Though a chill ran from my spine making my hair stand on end for a few seconds while my feet shifted from their cozy place under…
San Francisco, Stream of Consciousness Style
I like writing at night. I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s the quiet calm of a house asleep, save the rise and fall from the chest of my love lying next me. Maybe it’s the flicker of candlelight…
Beach vs. Holiday… or both.
I was tired and my eyes wouldn’t let me forget that I needed sleep. No, I craved sleep. And yet, my fingers still pricked the dimly lit letters of my keyboard for just a little bit longer as I navigated…
Right Now:: A Friday Quickie
So, I started this post by naming it with the wrong day of the week. Yes, it’s been that kind of week. And yes I’m still loving it. Though I haven’t had much of a chance to sit and reflect,…
Searching for Fall
My daughter is at her morning “school” class, my littlest is still bedheaded and pajamad while I feed him oatmeal one-handed and type this… a line I’ve written and backspaced too many times. I’ve got about an hour to throw…
It Happened!
This morning I crawled out of bed while the sky was still melted into deep folds of dark chocolate, at least that’s what my oldest called the sky last night. Chocolate. And I could’ve used some this morning, chocolate that…