Procrasticooking

I stared at all the options. Phone in hand. List in hand. Basket on the floor. From shelf to shelf to shelf and back to the original shelf went eyes and my chin. Up, down, over, and back again. I was aware of my eyebrows pinching and mouth growing increasingly expressive. There were so many…

River Walk: Reflections

“The rest of your life is such a mystery to me” commented a classmate the other day. It was an interesting observation. Accurate, probably. My school and ‘other’ life don’t mix a lot, it seems. Not that I try to keep them disconnected or anything; they’re just different realms. Many different realms, I should say….

September is School

I forgot to take a first day of school picture. I did, however, take a “look Mom, first WEEK of school!” photo, when I finished it, so I’ll include that instead. People keep asking about my school start up – and it’s a bit complicated so I’ll explain it here. Fact 1: I AM IN…