Missing Time

Missing Time

I went to my first professional soccer game this past weekend. I don’t think I had seriously watched an entire soccer match since our youngest played what we lovingly referred to as “Amoeba Ball”: a tightly-knit wad of 5 year-olds shuffling up and...
Unproductive?

Unproductive?

Portions of this post originally appeared in March of 2020, when so many things were unknown and scary. Just as I mused back then, I’ve struggled a little with what to write this week. But looking back over some old notes and connecting them to where I am now – I was...
Stories and Stuff

Stories and Stuff

Once upon a time, there was a sad woman. The woman was sad because her mother had died, and she wasn’t used to people dying. The sad woman did not know what to do with her grief, so she did nothing. Quite literally. No work, very little housekeeping, no cooking....