At Least They're Committed

Standing in the fading light in the farthest bedroom in the house, I was talking to DSII, but then came to realize that the silhouette in the dusk was not DSII, just a boy his height and build with eyes that looked a little too flat and glowed a little too much as the day… Read more

Sitting on the chaise lounge, sunglasses on, looking out at the clear blue waters and white sandy beaches of Half Moon Cay, I knew I had to get out there . . . soon. I glanced down at the book on my lap and sighed. Ten more pages is all. I needed to finish. Why?… Read more

Yay!!! I escaped, I escaped, I escaped! Hmmmmm. Why doesn’t it feel like it yet? I already miss my babies. Well, maybe it’s cuz I’m still in Denver . . . at DIA? Ya think? Read more

“Wow,“ he sits on the edge of the bed staring forward. “Yeah,” says the other. “She is PISSED!!!” “Uh-huh.” They don’t look at each other when they talk, staring instead directly forward at a silhouette pacing, pacing, pacing. “You know, it’s the law of things, if you’re too nice you get taken advantage of,” says… Read more

Sigh. Read more

Watching my sons shovel the walks and the driveway and then have to re-shovel portions because their intermittent snowball fights just keep redistributing the snow. Smiling. I love them! Read more