My Windowsill

Grime lives on my windowsill And forgotten cheerios Some flies That did not escape the blinds And a spider, Still very much alive A puddle of orange juice From a sippy cup That should never Have left the kitchen Mixed with dust bunnies Cleaning is pointless Until my children move out Inspired by Karen, the … Continue reading My Windowsill

Pretending to be Furiously Happy

A few years ago I found myself sitting at the airport about to catch a flight that I didn't really want to be on, going somewhere I didn't really want to go, to undertake tasks that I'd rather have avoided. My father had passed away only a few months before, and I was flying across … Continue reading Pretending to be Furiously Happy

Return of the Mormons Part 2: Religion, Guilt & Motherhood

For part one: Saint Kat of the Sparkling Water Mormon Missionaries often inspire unintended lines of thinking (I'm pretty sure they never intended to push me to secular humanism) and this time was no exception. Something about the afternoon's encounter bugged me, and it took some time to sort out why. Then I found it: They noticed that … Continue reading Return of the Mormons Part 2: Religion, Guilt & Motherhood