The Best Places
You have to rest….
I used up my two spell spots and was trying to understand how a rest functions–we’d stopped the game in the middle of a story to go to sleep and I thought that could be a rest–and M1 said:
“The game doesn’t work in real time, Mom.”
Diving into What’s Blue
D&D
M1 is seen here filling in my information. Starting my first campaign. I’m pretty freaking excited. I’m a 12 year old half-elf of draconic heritage. Continue reading “D&D”
So I Bought This
I have been wanting desperately to smoke. I want to sit outside on a warm summer night, just as the sun is setting, cross my legs, drink a glass of cold white wine, and take a long, deep drag on a beautiful cigarette.
Still Trying to Catch Them All. Grrrr
Sometimes out in the world you find things. And you capture them. Continue reading “Still Trying to Catch Them All. Grrrr”
Mother’s Quilting Room
walking
just a little something special
Once Upon a Time
My mom and dad and the car they sold when she got pregnant with their first kid.
Stonestown, Parkmerced, San Francisco, circa 1960
Ninja Stars
A few years ago my father set out a few boxes of my old things. In one of the boxes was a deck of cards that a friend and I found when we were in middle school. We were walking through the greenbelt that connected the various neighborhoods together in a suburb of Houston. We were probably walking to the Stop n Go to hang out with the older kids and smoke cigarettes and play video games at the pizza parlor.
There were two boys farther on in the woods throwing something at a bench. They noticed us and ran off through the trees. When we got to the bench we found a deck of cards scattered all over. A ninja star was pinning one to the back of the bench. A deck of naked porny men. My friend and I picked the cards up out of the dirt and organized them. My dad had a similar sort of deck, but it was the same woman on the back of the card in the same pose again and again and again, 52 times. This deck was 14 different men. The cards were well abused, worn, torn, some with holes, a few were burned at the edges. We happily split the deck between us. Tucking them for safe keeping in our back pockets.
This, friends, is that deck of cards. Behold!
Kitties
Snow
Sometimes we are lucky.
all the different nights
Tonight my teenager was driving us home. She was saying how much she likes the nighttime. The rain, the darkness, the reflection of light on the windshield. Her saying that reminded me of summer nights in Houston. How warm and thick the air was. How the June bugs would collect at the beginnings of streets, just at the edges under the street light. You could sit on a curb in shorts and a tank top and not be cold. You might even be sweating. If you were smoking and you exhaled, the smoke would hang in the air, otherworldly. Continue reading “all the different nights”
The World as a Room of One’s Own
In the Grocery Store
making t-shirts
Planting
Usually when we do environment work, we dig out non-native, invasive blackberry root balls which in the hot summer is not so much fun. We thought we’d plant trees this time. Continue reading “Planting”