quarantine blogging

The husband is sewing masks.  This is his first time sewing.  I can sew a button, do some rudimentary mending, and embroider a little, but not enough to actually teach him anything past “hey, double the thread so tying the stitch off is easier.” There has been swearing. I am surprised at how well we’reContinue reading “quarantine blogging”

Oh god, we’ve resorted to limericks and it’s only the 15th.

poem by me, stick figures of the husband and myself. This is part of the Every Single Day Challenge, to raise money for the ACLU. You can donate any time; if you can’t donate, please feel free to signal boost.

The husband is sick.  Any time either of my boys is sick, I’m a giant ball of anxiety (this makes no rational sense and it really annoys me, which is so much fun on top of the nervousness), so I’m eating popcorn for dinner and making sentence poetry. I’m actually ahead with the project (JanuaryContinue reading

Today in “scenes from my marriage.” poems by me, inspiration from Scott. Just too lazy to get out the laptop.  It’s been that sort of day. This is part of the Every Single Day Challenge, to raise money for the ACLU. You can donate any time; if you can’t donate, please feel free to signalContinue reading

poem by (mostly) me, with apologies to William Carlos Williams, whose first line that is (guest-starring stick Scott and stick Zweeble) This is part of the Every Single Day Challenge, to raise money for the ACLU. You can donate any time; if you can’t donate, please feel free to signal boost.

goddammit, amanda

I have the week off work. I had plans.  Plans to clean, and write, and file things, and maybe get the three of us off of our shared Apple account and into Family Sharing because I’m tired of the 8 year old getting texts meant for the lovely husband on the phone he has justContinue reading “goddammit, amanda”