There are skills I must gain in the next five weeks. I could be wrong on these, but my instincts are telling me the following: I need to learn how to maintain sufficient sanity on minimal sleep (def: sufficient sanity; enough that at the end of the day everyone is alive). I need to […]
boy food
With one sentence, I morphed into my mother. ‘If you’re still hungry, eat an apple’. It’s something I’ve been saying quite a bit lately- often to myself, though I think I even let it slip into the last line of the post previous to this one. It was The Hungry One who finally turned to […]
Today feels a little like Boxing Day. It’s that day after the festivities, when your feet still burn from standing on hard tiles in the kitchen prepping platter after platter of food. When you’re brain is dry and muddled, leached of conversation from hours of interaction. When exhaustion threatens to pull you under, but […]
I’m getting itchy feet again. It might be because it’s been a while between jaunts. I have a feeling I might need a little less conversation- and a little more packing. I’ve been chatting about our habit of folding ourselves into the back of planes a bit lately. Yet it was still a surprise and […]
The movie: The dish: The reason: ‘They think we’re all gonna drown down here. But we ain’t going nowhere.’ There are plenty of forces of nature at work in The Bathtub; but none as scene stealing as Hushpuppy herself. It’s not the easiest thing being six, having an absent unwell father (no matter how whimsical […]