Kangatopia

Today is a busy day for the mama.  Not so much for the baby roos and possibly, the mama’s mate.  Winston has a staph infection.  Monkey has pink eye.  Bear is safely tucked away at school, at least for the time being.  Shep had eye surgery this morning, and as best I can tell, is [...]

Last night was the kids annual daycare Thanksgiving feast. Fortunately, the food was crappy and cold – not unlike what you would expect from a daycare Thanksgiving feast – and I didn’t each much. Shep did though, but he also rode as a demon would – with all the time in the world [...]

By John Buccigross
Something will happen. Something always happens. If you are wondering… what to do? How do I act? What will tomorrow bring? What to do next?  How do I make this decision? How do I follow my heart? What is my heart?
What is my heart saying? Do hearts ever say anything? Am I reacting [...]

As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn’t supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it’s harder every time. You’ll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You’ll fight with your best friend. [...]

Whilst steaming the wallpaper off the walls in the downstairs bathroom, I found evidence of something a little scary but something that was not at all surprising, or even news, to Sheppard. Termites. Today the termite people came and so work began on the living room. The room with all the tacky, [...]

I’ve had a little coffee, and felt inspired to write an email to my sister that probably didn’t make any sense. It was the written equivalent of someone speaking a thousand words a minute “and then… and then this happened… and then…and then…and then…and then.” I’m hoping she enjoyed it, but more likely [...]

I adore my children with all my heart, and sometimes I worry that if I don’t put in here all the amazingly cute things they do that I will either forget and then remember them in really desperate moments – such as when my life is flickering through my mind on a slow reel right [...]

Certain memories will always stay with me, and surface when they are needed.
Winston stepping slightly in front of me when two little boys in her daycare class came careening towards us from the back of the room. “My mommy,” she warned once, and then, “My Mommy” again just to make sure they understood.
Winston [...]