At Least They're Committed

I’m having a ‘Jesus! Why am I still here?’ day and Iiiii’m sorry, but Iiiiiiiii can’t help it. I look at the city and the sky and the streets and they’re lovely, beautiful, really, even with or maybe because of the lost and needy and homeless. Yet I still find myself thinking as I roll out… Read more

You’re here, Dezmond Ryan, and my emotions run the gamut between giddiness, awe and raw determination. With you in my arms, then by my side, then strolling ahead of me, then sprinting and barely looking back — as it should be — life continues on its given path. You were born at 2:54 a.m. and when at last they… Read more

Dezmond has not made his arrival yet. Bugger! No matter, I have plenty of time off and because I’ll be working tomorrow morning I can take an afternoon off whenever I wish, so long as it’s not a meeting day or summit or such . . . so probably sometime and maybe never. I found… Read more

The truth is, I’m not ambitious, which is a far cry from being unambitious although I’m not entirely sure how to explain it. I don’t need a fancy title, I don’t need glory nor fame nor infamy for that matter. I’m OK with the money I make and mostly don’t compare myself to others. Instead… Read more

Bah! Shutting down to leave here; it’s after 9, my purse is on my shoulder. I get a text from DS: “Intermission: Probably only about an hour to go.” I thought it would be done by now. I thought I’d just drive and wait an extra few minutes if not. An hour is a long… Read more

It’s 8:13 p.m. on Oct. 13, no matter what day the blog says it is. I’m sitting in my office surrounded by cobwebs, family photos and creepy dolls. Not scary enough. I figured I’d come decorate a bit while I was waiting for the boys to get out of the college play DS was required… Read more