I dont know nothin bout birthin no Barbies!
I feel like I’m going to give birth.
I feel like I’m going to give birth.
I’m not an alcoholic – alcoholics go to meetings!
This past weekend I took the three lunatic children to The House in the Woods. This is, of course, a mythic destination rooted firmly in fairly tales and folklore, and as such includes the requisite babbling creek, forbidding mountain, impenetrable forest, and small host of woodland creatures. There is wood that will not split itself, hikes that do not hike themselves, and fires that won’t et cetera. There is, of course, no television. It’s a place where a kid can be a kid, as long as said kid remembers the way most kids ended up in the majority of Grimm’s Fairy Tales.
“You look like an asshole in a suit.”
Our waking walking life, it sometimes seems, has but two paths: the ordinary, and the more ordinary. And, while betimes betwixt the morning’s light and noonday sun the mordinary seems the only choice, at sunrise, and again as sunset cedes its hours to the moon, our lives can be… Extraordinary!