Daisy | February 26, 2011
I read too much and do not write enough. Yesterday I was chatting about this problem with a like-minded group of people, and I recounted a story my mother shared with me in one of her many attempts to gently help me with my perfectionism. My mother is an artist. When she was an art [...]
Daisy | February 23, 2011
Alright, I am calling it. I am either officially entering menopause, or am about to embark on that rarely if ever documented event known as the Sexless Birth. Note that I did not say “Virgin Birth” — the very existence of the Bear calls out that lie. I think it’s precisely because the phrase “Virgin [...]
Daisy | February 14, 2011
We got the little envelopes today. The ones that seal the fate of our small people. My son will not be a Raccoon* next year. He will be a Possum*. Mind you, my dear son never indicated that he particularly wanted to be a Raccoon. In fact, he seemed to assume he’d be a [...]
Daisy | February 8, 2011
This is a post to myself — a reminder of who I really am. As verified by very tiny people, who have an uncanny ability to cut through all the crap down to the core truth. It’s also a thank you to those tiny people. So, thank you, Bear’s buddy, for spotting me across the [...]
Daisy | February 3, 2011
We’ve weathered the GaGa storm. I was right that perseverance would win out, and the Bear would move on to a new obsession. Now, when he still occasionally asks for a Lady GaGa video, its easy and okay. And frankly a bit of a relief. Because his new obsession? Is this: Never has a more [...]
