Posted in Teacher Mama on April 30, 2008 | 3 Comments »
Possible choices:
Construction Forewoman
Professional sports coach
Performance Poet
Rockin’ Minister
Tree Faller
Auctioneer
Drill Sargent
Police Officer
Hearing Aide Tester
Yodeler/Opera Singer
I think this teacher gig is giving me stomach cancer.
Posted in Autumn Wilder on April 29, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
10 Things I love about Autumn Wilder – just because I wanna:
I love your big rosy-round face, almond eyes, silly hair (just like me – the silly hair part.)
I love that you wear boys briefs and tube socks to dance class while everyone around you wears tights, tutu’s, ballet slippers and tiaras.
I love that when [...]
Posted in Autumn Wilder, Elusive Sleep on April 28, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Spoke too soon.
Posted in Poetry Love, Writer Mama, mamazine on April 27, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I have a little poem up at Mamazine this week. It’s even kind of happy. Shocking.
Posted in Autumn Wilder, Elusive Sleep on April 27, 2008 | 1 Comment »
PJ’s
Pee
Brush Teeth
Piggy Back
Four Books (Count ‘em – no more, no less – at least at bedtime)
Kiss
Hug
Shut Door (YIKES!)
For five days she has gone to sleep without a word (well almost) and before nine pm. It is revolutionary. Tell me it will last? Two and a half months until her fifth birthday. [...]
Posted in Crashing, Nature Love, Photo Love on April 27, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
A trip to the nursery…
with the sunroof open…
And bare feet…
Whew. That’s better. I no longer feel the need to jump from the nearest bridge (and this is Seattle – I cross two just going to work.)
Posted in Crashing, Music Love on April 24, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
“Trapeze” by Patty Griffin
Posted in Photo Love on April 23, 2008 | 3 Comments »
Photo by Harriette, Age 7 (alterations by me) – taken by surprise while weeding in our classroom garden.
(At school the other day, one of my students (Asher) said, “Michelle, you always wear that vest, it can’t be clean EVERYDAY!”) Yep, everyday. Nope, it’s never been washed.
Yo, mama earth, this one’s for you…
Posted in Art Love, Crashing, Film Love on April 22, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I feel like a Neo-Impressionist painting. As if all the different dots that make up me, have been blown apart by a crushing wind. Oh Ferris, come save me.
Posted in Nature Love, Photo Love on April 22, 2008 | 1 Comment »
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