So, I need to tell you about my little buddy Bean. Even if you’re not a “cat person.” Especially if you’re not a “cat person.” I met Bean in 2004, back when I wasn’t much of a cat person, either. (I didn’t have anything against them- I just happened to be 24 years of age and was doing fairly well being a Keely Person, to tell the truth.) But my boyfriend at the time had grown up with cats, and {Read More}
I remember being so afraid. (A birthday story.)
November 1, 2018 By Leave a Comment
Nora Jane, You are now nine years-old. Nine, if you’re not aware, is a bonkers age. (For me, mainly. I’m sure you’re perfectly fine with it.) I remember nine. I remember arranging my prized collection of porcelain dolls by height and dress and general interest- you know, the collection you inherited and now arrange by height and dress and general interest? I remember watching ‘Quantum Leap’ (a wholly brand-new show) with your Pop and how both of us agreed it {Read More}
Writing. Or, why I bother.
October 11, 2018 By 4 Comments
I’ve missed writing. I’ve missed writing a brain-splat of wordy words and half-formed feelings and one-liners that, really, don’t fit quite right anywhere else. Slices of life and sweet, tiny little memories I panic about forgetting (like, “2am, covered in sweat” panicking), and the sort of written proof that I was here and most decidedly more than a chauffeur or shoe-finder in this season of life. Which is why I’m writing again in this space. Which is also why I’m {Read More}
You Are. (A love letter to Susannah Mae.)
October 4, 2018 By Leave a Comment
Oh my Susannah sunshine. You are so much (and getting so much more by the day). And on this day, this awesome day… You are a hand on the hip, an eye roll comedic enough to keep you out of trouble, and a muttered aside that Vaudeville would’ve killed for. You are first in line for the mechanical bull– and a bolstering crossing of yourself followed by a whispered, “You’ve got this.” (And you did. And, in that moment, you {Read More}
10 years of Lollygag Blog. (Fairly bonkers ones, at that.)
June 7, 2018 By Leave a Comment
10 years. Oh, friends. This is an absolutely crazy post to, well, post. On Monday? Lollygag Blog is 10 years old. TEN! For those of you with whom I’ve only chatted/covered rando events/foisted my children upon…I was not always the minivan-rollin’ 38 year-old on the other side of this screen, oh no. (And yep, I’m a newly minted 38 year-old! In case you missed the treetop announcements yesterday. I’m awfully bad at not proclaiming my birthday like a be-crowned preschooler.) {Read More}
10 years ago today. (An anniversary story.)
May 24, 2018 By 1 Comment
10 years ago today: I wore an absolutely gigantic lily in my absolutely gigantic hair 10 years ago today. P.J. chose that morning- of all mornings- to attempt shaving against the grain. Our geriatric organist appeared to be having a stroke during roughly half of the ceremony. My throat, which had been scratchy for the prior week, was downright on fire for the entire day. Our professional photographer made some odd creative choices: among them, neglecting the majority of the {Read More}
7 non-failures that definitely happened this week!
May 18, 2018 By Leave a Comment
Today, I felt like making a list of minor victories that occurred over the week. You know, the kind of stuff that usually goes unchampioned but, in a week where I pretty much wanted to face-plant in the hallway, deserves a bit of an after-the-fact high-five? Yep, those. And I totally invite you to make your own list of non-failures! Sometimes it’s nice to realize that, at least on paper, a pretty hard week was also a pretty a-ok one. {Read More}
Today. (A story of love & sunshine, not in that order.)
April 12, 2018 By Leave a Comment
Today. Today I was going to do work. Real work. A lot of real work. (The kind that pays real money.) I was also going to clean. A lot. For absolutely no money whatsoever. But then. The sun came out. And the temps leapfrogged into the low 70s. (For the first time in eight hundred million years.) And Jasper asked me to go to the park. (And he’ll only be four years old for about seventeen more seconds.) It’ll snow {Read More}
