Working lunch. Between classes. Burrito from caf’ which I know I shouldn’t have bought but I needed something […]
work
The writing father again strangled by time. Coffee machine ready to brew, now sipping water, some construction going […]
Sanction Credit Thought, and am still thinking, this whole morning that I need to challenge myself. How. Don’t […]
as yesterday morning he was at his Grammy’s house.. “I miss you, Dada,” he said, ordering me awake […]
Is it lunch time yet? I’m ’bout to die. (9/30/16)
this morning for the writing father, other than I’m going in a bit later, so he has some […]
classes. Part of me wants to get another snack as those sour cream & onion chips, Ruffles, did […]
Home from run. Called in both classes as Emma’s cold or whatever it is persists and I’ll be […]
Alarm ignored. But I’m up now with that temptation that any writing parent feels. To just go back […]