• motherhood

    Sleep. What’s That?

    [via] Another insomniac night. Another night to go through the list of unaccomplished tasks and begin the self flagellation. Another night to run a story through my mind. Another night to sigh and turn, thinking that my son’s 12 hour sleep schedule is being wasted. Not another night where I lay in bed for hours trying to get back to sleep. This morning (early, early morning) I will waste my sleep hours pounding keyboard buttons. I’ve often wondered, while lying awake in bed, on why is it that when we are most tired we can’t sleep? Take, for instance, now. I sit here at my computer typing words onto the…

  • writing life

    Helloooo Fall!

    I love being a writer. It’s one of those awesome jobs that lets you wear what you want, stay at home, or go out. You can write in the back room or the front. You can write in a coffee shop or in bed. It’s really swell. It’s even better to write in the Fall, Winter and Spring. The middle of summer? Sucks. I believe I might not be the only writer who feels this way. Summers are hot, sweaty and beckon to be enjoyed out of doors. Me propping up little one on a pumpkin in the scorched earth patch. This year Oregon’s summer stretched on FOREVER. Last week…