Sunday, February 23, 2014



J: Want to help make mom a birthday lunch?

M: Let's make her a C-A-K-E!

J: We could make that, or a c-h-e-e-s-e c-a-k-e.

Me: Guys, I can s-p-e-l-l.

Saturday, February 22, 2014


Birthday Weekend.

The final hours of my 35th year, and what am I doing? Reading. Sitting and reading. And, honestly what else would you expect me to be doing? Drinking coffee? Because, damn skippy, that happened, too.

Monday, February 17, 2014


2013: Another year lost to books.

Several years ago, I started keeping a list of the books I read. I'm really not sure what the list reveals, other than all the time I've spent bumming around with fictitious characters when I probably should have been bumming around with my very real family. This was my most recent year in books.


February March April May June July August September October November December

Sunday, June 02, 2013


Another Day

Friday, May 31, 2013


Maybe I'm Amazed

Maya (grinning ear to ear as Paul launched into the first song of the night): Pinch me, Mom! PINCH ME!

We saw Paul McCartney (PAUL McCARTNEY!) at the BOK Center in Tulsa Thursday night. Our seats were nearly nosebleed and steeper than a cow's face, but it was fun. So much fun! So many GREAT songs! Blackbird! Rita! Mr. Kite! Hey Jude sing-a-long! Explosions! Helter Skelter! Double encore! Maya wanted to rush the stage and give him a big ol' kiss for playing Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da. He absolutely rawked. our. faces. off. I can see now how a person could keep going back to see him over and over (and over), because at the end of the night, I was ready to go again.

Oh, and I did pinch her.

Friday, May 17, 2013


Number nine

Today is the birthday of writer, illustrator Maya McBride, born in Bartlesville, Oklahoma (2004). She composed her first story, 'The Owl in the Night Time', at age three. This was followed a few years later by the beloved Jorn and Rona series, stories about a boy and his adventures with his imaginary kangaroo friend. More recently, she has added poetry to her writings. She is best known for saying, "Ooh! Jellybean macaroni with cheese on the cob! My favorite!" Also on this day, some other stuff happened.

Be well, do good work, and keep in touch.®

Saturday, October 03, 2009


Part of my evening went like this

So, Maya is curled up beside me on the couch, sipping apple juice from a regular, non-sippy cup cup (yay!) while watching the Grinch as he grinches the Cat in the Hat. A few minutes into the show, I notice that Maya has gone from sipping the apple juice to swishing it, but I choose to ignore this, mainly because she spent part of her afternoon scrubbing the living room floor for fun. No really. Of all the options I gave her (chalk? play games at draw? video? nap? clean the floor? ) she gets excited about cleaning the floor. Consequently, this makes me ridiculously excited for the future and makes me think all that time she wasted watching Cinderella is starting to pay off. I mean, who cleans for fun? Apparently, my kid. Anyway, she's sitting and swishing and I'm ignoring until I feel a splat of apple juice on my arm, which has been around her all this time, and Maya gets very still. I'm no longer ignoring, obviously, but I still don't say anything and in the silence I can tell she's debating what to do. Finally, she speaks. "Mom, I spit apple juice on your arm." "Yeah." "Don't worry. I'll lick it off." And she leans over and licks my arm and takes another sip. Told you she likes to clean.

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