So, it's Dysfunctional Families Day over at MakingLight ( Read more... )

These have been in my Flickr stream for a long time, but unless you follow me there, you won't have seen them. Since I spent all this week working on something absolutely incredible that I can't actually show you yet -- and holy crap, is that ever frustrating! -- I'm sharing them with you for Thing I Made Thursday, which is now in its second month ( Read more... )

I sprained my little toe on Thursday. Might be broken, even, since breaks in tiny bones aren't always terribly painful. It bruised in a really weird pattern and it hurts to put any weight on it, but just sitting here it doesn't hurt and I can actually still walk, so I'm not terribly concerned ( Read more... )

I had more nightmares last night!

The first one wasn't a bad dream at all. It was only a bad dream when I woke upI dreamed I went to my dad's house. My uncle Jim was on a riding lawnmower, mowing the front yard, but before I could call out, he rode away into the park across the street ( Read more... )

I hate getting sick more because it demoralizes me than anything else.

Something about those long hours sitting in bed too tired to read or speak, but wide awake, thinking, and alone.

I'll be clear: I don't always want people around when I'm sick. I like to be left alone, especially if I'm too tired or ill to make conversation, or too irritable ( Read more... )

One year, nine months, eight days.

Yet I walk into my childhood home and still expect to see my mother in the hallway.

I'm not sad, it's just . . . does the empty space where you expect them to be ever fill up? Or do we carry around these emptinesses forever, like negative silhouettes inside of us?

We're going out to see Sargon's parents for Mother's Day. They are such nice, gentle people that I always enjoy going to see them, even as I always feel a bit out of place. My own family is . . . well . . . I'm not out of the ordinary, and I'll leave it at that ( Read more... )

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I gave myself a nasty fright this morning, as I was drifting in and out of sleep. I got it into my head that I'm almost 30, and I could be half done. Not the first time I've had that thought by a long shot, but sometimes when I'm sleeping it sneaks up on me and instead of whispering in my ear like it usually does, it finds a soft spot and it ( Read more... )

Ugh. I feel crappy like whoa. If I were a superhero, my name would be General Malaise ( Read more... )