LesbianDad

Wish the omission in the packing/to do list title was a joke. Like I wish the level at which my brain functions these days was a joke. Alas, it is not.

One day, sleep deprivation will be but a distant memory. Now, sleep is, as is discretionary/loitering time anywheres before 9pm, after kids are […]

Hand, Berkeley, CA.

Sister looms large. Pace setter, lead dog. “This way!” “Like this!”
Not for ever, but surely for now.
Not such a bad gig, so long as it lasts. For either of them.
Or so it seems.

The girlie must have been watching Britney Spears on YouTube behind my back. I give you Exhibit A, below, right: what the lil’ monkey hath wrought, aided and abetted by her artsy crafty scissors. Yes, that’s her hair. Correction, was her hair.
I didn’t freak out after her first bout with the shears. […]

E.U.P. • February 27, 1995 — March 24, 2005.
Muted backstory here (towards the end). Care for musical accompaniment? Reader Chumpy posted this link to Joby Talbot’s “Cumulonimbus” the other day, which conveys, at least to me, a sense of grateful wonder, of “a bride married to amazement.”
“When Death Comes”
by Mary […]

The older cousin giveth…

… and the younger cousin taketh away.

Afternoon reading, Berkeley, CA.