24th of august, break

I'm back to working at daycare, now. My legs ache from standing and my arms ache from child-holding and my head aches from the noise.

But, alas--an income.

22nd of august, break

21st of august, break

20th of august, break

Just returning from a few peaceful days on the coast of Maine, time spent with a family who've adopted me as one of their own, with these words from Mary Oliver resounding in my heart.


But the lilies

are slippery and wild—they are
devoid of meaning, they are
simply doing,
from the deepest

spurs of their being,
what they are impelled to do
every summer.
And so, dear sorrow, are you.

19th of august, break

18th of august, break

17th of august, break

When I was a little girl, I used to beg for rag curls at night, too.

16th of august, break

This morning I woke up and promptly stepped right into a pile of mushy cat vomit.

Yeah, I know.

I hope this doesn't determine how the rest of my day goes.

15th of august, break

14th of august, break