Saturday Morning

Outside the mourning doves are cooing. Inside the house, my daughter is declaring the toast to be too toasty (and her highness is requesting less-toasty toast please!). There is a low whine in the background -- the sound of a broken toilet that won't stop running and that my mediocre plumbing skills are not capable … Continue reading Saturday Morning

How I learned to embrace 6AM and write in stolen time

My grandfather Karl woke up every day at 5:30 am. Voluntarily. I am not normally a Karl. Not by a long shot. I'm more of a watch-Gilmore Girls-Reruns-until-1am kind of gal. That is, until recently. My toddler wakes up early. Like 6am early. I used to dread these mornings. I would barter with my husband in … Continue reading How I learned to embrace 6AM and write in stolen time