The Apron Stage
So I’ve put myself out there . . . as in I’ve taken a little skip-hop over to another blog – one filled with literary folks opining about life in writerly fashion – and I made a contribution.
They say they’re still in ‘beta’, I say the same about myself.
Just for fun.
They say they’re still in ‘beta’, I say the same about myself.
Just for fun.
4 comments:
Cool, I've been following that blog lately.
Heather, I read your post over there. Lovely and lyrical. I understand what you mean about pursuing and surrounding yourself in the romantic in order to survive the "difficult ordinary", as it were. If our technological advances have rendered us somewhat soulless, then a somewhat older living style out to spoon out a little of that soul back, but, of course, nothing is so black/white. Can convenience exist in romance? Can lyrical also be digital?
I also speak sometimes to myself in a british accent, under my breath, so that I can, just for a moment, be something I imagine.
You're awesome! I love the thought of you walking around talking in a British accent & nates reaction is spot on! Love you! xoxoxo
loved your post, heather! sometimes I sing instructions to the kids to the tunes of great classical works. It sounds a lot less like nagging that way ("Pick up your toys, pick up pick up your toys. Pick, oh pick, oh please pick up your toys. If you do what I say-ay-ay, you will be hap-py, and so will mom-mee-ee"), etc.....
and then sometimes hudson will say "oh, mommy, you are singing the baby einstein song" and I'm not sure whether I should be happy that he recognizes classical music or sad because he thinks it originated on Baby Einstein.
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