Blog entry
Eli
When he leaned in and whispered, "Please, can we get him, Mom?", I was already two thoughts ahead of him.
We were sitting a few rows back in the Tallahassee Little Theater on opening night of Annie. I had noticed him in the playbill and learned he was being fostered because like Annie, he was an orphan as well.
After the curtain fell, I found his foster mom and told her I was interested.
She took down my information with a promise to keep me informed on any decisions that would be made.
Then a line began to form.
Manor
She didn't know she was going there to stay. We told her about it a week ago but she'd forgotten it by the time we ended the next sentence.
We spent the day with her there, tried to make her tiny room inviting, but we knew there was no amount of pretty we could paint it with to make it feel like home.
And then we hugged her, told her we'd see her tomorrow, and simply walked away.
That was yesterday and my heart felt raw.
Today I feel like an asshole.
Please forgive us Mama.
Out Of Gas
I knew this would happen. I would get busy with shows and neglect my blog. I would pour all of my creative abilities into melting glass and there would be nothing left to start a fire of words. Truth is, I've been blessed with a run of really good shows, but it does take its toll.
Still, here I am in the big woods for my monthly visit/duties at my Mama's house. And although I took her to my house today so I could log some much needed torch time, once we returned, there was nothing for me but down time.
Lost
I have little hands. They are strong but could not withstand the force it would take for me to punch a hole in the wall. It would hurt me badly to do that. But what makes me want to, hurts me more.
My mother is on the very last nerve that is mine and I want to break something.
There. I said it.
Heroes and Scars
I learned about Heroes early in my life. The very first ones are burned into my memory and my left hand.
I was around the age of three and we were gathered around a pile of burning leaves and limbs at my Big Mama and Big Daddy's house.
Closed Eyes On An Old House
Sleep did not come easy the night before Thanksgiving when I was a child. Maybe even more so on this night than the one that comes a month later. You know, the one in late December when kids stare up at the sky after the stars come out to see if they can catch a glimpse of a man in a sleigh.
Long Roads and Lullabies
Here I am again, home again, home again. My first home. Not the one that envelops me now in the "big city" with my husband and kids. The one nestled in the "big woods". The one that was my first. Where I spent almost 18 years of my life waiting to have the life I have now, I suppose.
T&A and a Great Big N
I woke up at 4:00 a.m. and couldn't get back to sleep. After a short trip to the bathroom, I crawled back in between my Pure Beech 100% Modal sheets, being careful not to lay on the hip that was punishing me for being old and not turning over earlier.
When I was younger, I could sleep fourteen hours on one side without anything aching or having to get up to tinkle even once. And that was before I could afford good, comfortable sheets!
