Something about cooking. And laundry. And motherhood.

When in doubt, free-write, with a timer. And tonight, no proofreading, because there's just no time for that (and who cares, anyway?). Fifteen minutes; go. What I'm going to do, long after dinner but before going to bed tonight is this: I'm going to get the big Dutch oven from the cabinet, and I'm going … Continue reading Something about cooking. And laundry. And motherhood. →

Something about something.

15 minute free-write, with a timer set. Go: It's like leaves in a windstorm, the clutter in my head. All the ideas, thoughts, dreams, wishes, complaints, fears, all circling together in a little wind cyclone wanting to settle neatly into piles. And the thing to do that settles them is give them a home, a … Continue reading Something about something. →