This is a cute baby, right?
#papablogga
Madigan boy, slow to ignite day. Mutual spite for A.M. – sigh
Went upstairs to help a bit with Emma and Jack, “Papa we’re good if you wanna go get […]
Writing with recital in mind. Thankful for the day off. Easter.. time for eggs and candy. Jack waking […]
7:14, up with Emma downstairs. Last cup of coffee made. And me, wondering how this day’s to do. […]
When One Thing and When the Other Don’t ask me for advice. I don’t have any. But […]
I’m with these keys for the next few minutes. Or so. Paid today, but dollars already dedicated. Have […]
8:06, woke with cough, compromised voice that cracks and elevates unexpectedly and provides an unwanted smokey subplot. Hate […]
to son, quiet, watch and listen, stray sentences from some thought or dream.. I record.
At Oakville, Grocery, Again: writerfather morning And the cut on my right forefinger that I acquired sticking […]