It first started with a Facebook message from a friend who admirably promotes local talent and messaged "Have you heard about...?" I hadn't, but it was inevitable as shortly afterwards it seemed that Allie MacPhail and I Can't Sleep was ubiquitous in Nassau, Bahamas. I either walked into a shop where the insightful and humorous book beamed at me; read about it online without trying; or overheard critics raving about it.
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Sunday, May 12, 2013
My mom and I twirled through life on separate pages, with the distance between us chapters long. Unlike a well written story, we rarely came together in harmony of plot or theme. We never dotted our “T’s” alike, and while she maintained her own point of view, I nourished mine - deepening the conflict of our spirited characters.
Without any specific or dramatic declaration, we entered into a year in our lives when nothing was the same. I had become an adult, an employee and eventually a mother. I was responsible for others. I set examples. I enforced rules. I loved and I punished. I was adored and disliked. I was my mother.
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Here in Colorado, the white stuff is once again falling from the sky. As I shuffled the kids off to school this cold morning, we each gazed up, opened our mouths and caught the flakes. I was a kid again.
The six or more bunnies that regularly visit the backyard, who were all sunning themselves on Sunday, are nowhere to be found. I guess I will just go out in the snow and play by myself. Don't be jealous!