Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving thoughts

I'm grateful for the expected -- my beautiful baby and wonderful family, my amazing friends, and so it goes. I'm also grateful for the less expected. Those who pissed me off and hit my triggers. Challenges that left me tearful and feeling helpless. Shitty Prius drivers. They all help me to become even more fully who I am.

On heartbreak

There have definitely been times I've sat in front of my computer crying. Not just crying -- sobbing. It's been a while and I don't ever want to be there again.

The hardest part is that I know my son will eventually have his heart broken. I can do nothing to stop it but be there for him.

My sunny boy

I can't believe this gorgeous creature is my son.

Exposure

I'm an oversharer. I'm working toward being a professional. Not everyone defines writing thusly, but I do.

That's it for now.

The vagaries of Facebook

I can post what I consider an intriguing literary-related thought or an edgy topic or just an off-kilter observation about myself or the world and get a moderate amount of notice. I can post a picture of Baz considering his fist and my friends go apeshit. Damn.

On motherhood

I love my son.

If you told me a year ago that I would be writing those words, I would probably not wait to finish my drink before I told you to go to hell.

I thought I knew. I thought I knew it all.

Each day I learn how much I didn't know. Each day I wake up eager to hold this little guy. Each day brings something unepected: the discovery of toes, the flash of a grin.

Yes, indeed. I love my son.

Happy Halloween from our top banana!