Author: Calamity Jane
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Good to the Grain
“I just can’t keep it / can’t keep it in / I gotta let it out. Gotta tell the world / world’s gotta see / see all the love / love that’s in me.” (Cat Stevens for those of you who didn’t grow up with hippie parents) Yes, I’m in love again. I’ve found my…
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Portrait of the Cold Wet
Cripers, I think I hardly know how to type anymore. If I ever did. All good here. The Babe sometimes sleeping late in the AMs, giving me 30-40 minutes alone with coffee. Does that describe my life in a nutshell? Had a vision today of my brain in these precious AMs as one of those…
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Abstinence
Wow. I wasn’t joking. I really did quit this box. Now that I’ve had so many weeks sober, I can’t remember how I ever fit in the time to write a post. I mean, Jesus, it takes like an hour for a quickie. Where was I getting those hours? I still can’t seem to find…
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Here, But Gone
As I suspected might happen, my vacation from the computer has left me wary. We got back Saturday night. Sunday I just luxuriated in being home, having a husband/papa, and not feeling edgy every time my kids fussed. It was bliss. By Monday morning I was all geared up for a splurgy computer blow out,…
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A Trip to the Cold Wet
Holy Criperolley. Our Alaskan adventure is approaching at light speed. And by that I mean, Saturday. Just saying the word gives me the chills, I have so much still to do, and as you know, not that much time to do it in. We will be gone for three weeks to Cordova our hometown, with…
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