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I am so ready to have this baby. I am so ready to have my body back again (well, except for the boobs. he’s got a lease out on those for a few more months still). I want to run. Have a rum and coke. …

I figured I’d start my own flickr account. Because everybody else is doing it. And if everybody else jumped off a bridge, well, you know… I’ll have one of those cool flash slideshow links on the side bar too, as soon as I can get …

So it seems about time I make my monthly appearance here. You know, often enough that all three of my readers don’t think I’m dead, but not often enough to be of any real substance. Maybe it has to do with being pregnant, because I …

You’re Clownlike, happiest on your hands, Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled, Gilled like a fish. A common-sense Thumbs-down on the dodo’s mode. Wrapped up in yourself like a spool, Trawling your dark as owls do. Mute as a turnip from the Fourth Of July …

I’m having a baby boy. I knew it even before the ultrasound. I think I knew it from about the time we decided on our girl’s name. Emily came so quickly to us, so easily, I knew we’d better agree on some boy names because …

I feel like I finally have my mind back again these past couple of weeks. I’m working on a new story, revising old ones. I’m slowly starting to write in this blog again. This is the happy period of pregnancy they tell me, the second …

I remember when I used to be a blogger. A blog implies something regularly updated. Reliable. Because people lose interest when nothing is new. I don’t blame them. I would lose interest too. As you can see, I’ve disappeared a little. I guess I’ve been …

Some days I have absolutely no interest in accomplishing anything. I did nothing today and I don’t feel bad about it. I didn’t write anything, edit anything. I didn’t read anything that mattered. Didn’t go to the post office. Didn’t buy milk. Oh well. Days …

When young light breaks sky      like seven shades of spilled paint, I want to be that energy. So went a little poem I wrote ages ago, or so it seems, in January of this year. We woke up at sunrise, the first night in our …