An Open Letter to the Teens Driving Too Fast Through My Neighborhood

Dear Teens Driving Too Fast Through My Neighborhood, Hi.  We may not have met.  You may never have noticed me.  But, I’ve seen you.  I’ve heard you.  You are, in fact, often my worst* fear.  I fear you when my kids play outside, or when I’m walking the dog, or when I’m running at night.(…)

Cleaning with My Sister at the End of a Life

Last Monday my grandfather passed away, and I’ve been struggling with writing about it ever since.  In some way, a lot of ways, I’d prefer not to write about it–not because I want to pretend it didn’t happen or because the experience would be too emotional but because I’m not sure what to say.  Everything(…)

But Where Was I? The Existential Three-Year-Old

So, the other day, we’re in the car, and Gabbie (who is prone to say quite bizarre things anyway, given that she is three-ish) starts in on me with “I wish you an’ Daddy hadn’t a-gotten married.” Me: Um, okay…  Why do you wish we weren’t married?  Do you wish Daddy and I didn’t live(…)


So, it’s been a bit…  I mean, not as long as it used to be occasionally (read: quite frequently), but still, a little over a week.  But it’s okay—I have a reason for subjecting you to this Braindump. I have nothing to write about.  No, really.  It’s been a long, somewhat stressful couple of weeks,(…)