I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, and I’m curious to know your thoughts. Are people basically good, or bad? Basically self-interested, or selfless? I just read this, and I’m torn. It’s heartwarming to read about the heroes who emerge in the face of crisis, and I usually wonder what I would do? I’m… Continue reading the good, the bad, the narcissistic
Took the dog for a walk tonight. It was a beautiful, less humid night in my little subdivision. I borrowed Val’s big white headphones and turned on the Lyle Lovett radio station on Spotify. (I have loved Lyle Lovett since college. I’ve seen him in concert a bunch of times.I named my first cat after… Continue reading just breathe
I’m feeling weird tonight. Wistful but powerful. Hopeful but straight-up scared. Not quite sure why I feel this way. Maybe because it’s the night before high school starts for our V. Big, big deal. But you know what’s keeping her calm, and by extension me? She’s making music with her dad. I just came across this… Continue reading tonight’s beautiful sight
(Back at my stream-of-consciousness blogging. I really should think these things out.) I went with Val to her freshman orientation at Bloomington High School South tonight. I walked in with high hopes, and left deflated and hobbling. I think Val will be fine. She’s pretty nervous about how big the school is and if she’ll get… Continue reading high. school.
Anthony trained for about 12 weeks to run the Monumental Mini-Marathon in Indianapolis. Today. He PR-d and he’s mildly happy with his finish time. I’m pretty proud of him and so are Val and Bella. Val and Anthony drove up last night and stayed with our friends Alex and Coady at their place near Broad… Continue reading marriage and a mini-marathon
In September 1998, I’d been married for about a month. I was supporting my husband the grad student and myself on two $6/hour jobs (copyeditor at the Herald-Times and part-time editor at the Indiana Alumni Magazine). We were back living in our college town, but we were lonely. All of our college friends had moved… Continue reading An affectionate farewell to our little F*ckball
Hiya. What’s up? I have ten minutes until I need to put Bella to bed. So, let’s bang out a blog post. Oh, stream of consciousness, I love you. I’m staring at my left hand, on which I’ve written “Frontline” because I needed to remember to buy some more for Poppy at the vet’s today.… Continue reading Ten minutes