You’re the Mom
You say, “I’m mom, and you’re the baby.” You say, “Okay?” and I think “Maybe.” Then you, the mom, say “Help me please!” You must not know what “baby” means.
You say, “I’m mom, and you’re the baby.” You say, “Okay?” and I think “Maybe.” Then you, the mom, say “Help me please!” You must not know what “baby” means.
I couldn’t stand it anymore– all the toys out on the floor, and yet, although the toys looked fun, they were not used by anyone, except, sometimes, to hurt our feet, or keep our house from looking neat. “One-at-a-time, not … Continued
Daughter turned two a month ago, somewhere in the week between one of my trips to Illinois for a wedding and the big brewfest that Ryan organized and hosted. Since Daughter’s first two years have been so full of traveling, parents’ … Continued
I need to write more poems again.I miss the way my brain worked then.I also need to play more songs,design more websites, right more wrongs,find more clients, make more cash,do more with my craft-stuff stash,speak more Spanish, read more books,spend … Continued
How blessed I am to give,how wonderful you can take.I’m just glad someone can usethese things for heaven’s sake.
Would you rather have nice things or good days?Would you rather get along or get a raise?I look around and I’m always amazedhow our lives pass so fast. When they end the stuff stays.