Dad, I remember you telling me how, because I was a cesarian-section birth, that you were the first of my parents to hold me. Of course by then you’d had practice holding a baby because my sister was born two and a half years earlier. By the time I came around you knew what to expect from a newborn – the spitting, the diapers, the early-morning feedings. That is not to say that taking care of me was a piece…
In the midst of it all, my mom and I decided to adopt a puppy – a two-month-old pug we named Peggy and she’s a handful but we love her. The beauty of it all is that she’s helped distract me from my negative emotions.
I’m not sure what all this means. It’s late and I don’t always trust my late night writings.
Dear Someone, It’s so frustrating being locked inside for so long! Though I did go grocery shopping today and bought myself a very berry hibiscus refresher from Starbucks on the way out. Things like fancy Starbucks drinks do make the day go a little better. What’s the song say? “A spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go down”? Earlier today I thought about my memoir, the one I spent the better part of my thirties writing and rewriting until…
At least things were happening in my sleep. I was dreaming one dream after another after another. My dream life was exciting! My waking life was boring.