to son, quiet, watch and listen, stray sentences from some thought or dream.. I record.
parenting
At Oakville, Grocery, Again: writerfather morning And the cut on my right forefinger that I acquired sticking […]
Wait, was I just “inspired”? I hate that word as it’s become so fucking Halmark-y.. but I think […]
Changing my writing life, writing-father life. All here in one spot. The other blogs, and efforts, set to […]
What if I just killed the other blogs and wrote here? Why don’t I? Why do I stretch […]
Taking care of sick son.. Glad I’m here with him, but anxious, know there’s so much I should […]
Wine content. Fitness/running content. An active day— oh, and then parenting content with Jackie having a fever of […]
He moves so fast Hope I can catch up Drink more coffee But will that help? There he […]
Could be a long night. Emma not going down– combatant and refusing. Somewhat admire her. I’ll let you […]
Just started with the coffee, and just pulled from sleep at Emma’s insistence. But she doesn’t seem thrilled […]