Category Archives: house
Early morning writing routine
Writing in the early hours of the morning… torture or pleasure?
She's a Little Runaway
I ran away for a few days. But I’m back. And I was never that far. And I did what I needed to do.
I suppose we all have our runaway stories. My kids have both done it- or at least attempted it.
Not sure what that says about me as a Mommy.
Granted neither one of them got far, they were definitely missed and certainly the reason behind the attempt wasn’t taken lightly.
I know I had my share of runaway attempts growing up. The worst part was when I’d thought I’d runaway from home- had packed…
One of a few things I'm trying to not dwell on.
Here’s the backstory if you’re new here-
or if you’re like my husband who only hears the words that come after steak, beer, bed, free or panties.
I wrote a (steak) novel- actually three, but here- to minimize dwelling potential- we’re only talking about the one my agent read, liked, edited and last week pitched to a bunch of (beer) hot NYC editors.
It’s summer, so of course I have plenty to do to keep me busy (panties) during the waiting period- which I have been told can be three days, four weeks, five months, six years or somewhere short…
My life as I know it, is about to change.
By this time next week I will be on my 4th family-less day and hopefully loving it.
I used to have a daydream where I ran away from my family with pockets full of cash, a one way ticket to Paris and a pilot case stuffed with great shoes.
Then I settled for the 8:30-4pm school/work day reprieve. But, even as much as I LOVE my house, and the quietly productive time I spend there, I also have to deal with telephones, animals and all too obvious chores.
Beginning Monday, I will spend more than 2 weeks away from home,…
A Shitty Start
She thought she had it all planned out, Christmas and New Year’s: the arrival of the mother in law, the evenings with the children, the fancy night out, even the day spa and shopping spree. But there was something that eluded her, something she had no control over- something that snuck up from behind so to speak. Only days after surviving her own internal combustion issues, she was forced to deal with a sewage line that seemed similarly backed up. Plunging, praying and scooping didn’t fix it. Children were questioned, motives analyzed as the water spilled and leaked onto tile…





