Friday, December 14, 2012
You are the problem if you believe your right to bear arms outweighs the right for any citizen to have immediate access to affordable mental health care regardless of their employment status.
You are the problem if you think it is ok that it's easier to buy a gun in America than it is to go to a doctor.
You are the problem if you think that gun regulation is a lost cause because then the black market will take over. The guns used today were legally bought.
You are the problem if you have ever said "Guns don't kill people, people kill people. " TELL THAT TO A PARENT WHO IS LOOKING AT THEIR CHILD WHO JUST DIED OF A FUCKING GUN SHOT WOUND.
Today is my daughter's 9th birthday. I want her to grow up in a world where we do not facilitate gun violence.
I live with a restraining order in my pocket. Threats of gun violence were made against me and my partner. That order will do nothing if the mentally ill person who made those statements decides to make good on it. There are certain guns that no civilian needs, hunter or not. Concealed carry is a fallacy of safety. We need to unbury our heads from the sand and follow other nations who have much stricter laws and lower rates of gun related death. The. End.
Legislate. Regulate. Universal healthcare. Protect our children.
Monday, December 3, 2012
Bridger: I want to play trains!
Nora (B's BFF): I want to play doctor!
Bridger: I have an idea... My train is sick!
Brilliantly played young man.
Saturday, December 1, 2012
I love this cowl. Beautiful squishy yarn, evergreen Christmas tree hue, but summer leaves climbing. Juxtaposition.
Monday, November 26, 2012
Sunday, October 21, 2012
There is no creature more wretched, more tortured, than a mother unable to protect her child. Fear me.
Monday, October 15, 2012
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
|Littles and the canine companion|
|Walking across Snowshed Slope|
|Ice Cream in Woodstock|
|Siblings making mom pancakes|
|A Boy, and His Dog|
|The view from Dominic's|
|On Superstar Quad|
|These were abundant in the woods - I love them.|
|Why hello, wild strawberry.|
|Just before Bridger fell in a hole. Priceless moments...|
|On the last of the snow pack.|
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Some days it takes all my focus to keep the tattered threads of my self neatly in place so I still resemble some kind of cloth. These days I wake up doubting if I can smile through the frustration, uncertainty, pain, furor, sadness, enough to speak a complete sentence. Days my heart races, the tears sit fat and hot on my lashes, panic rising until it presses hard at the top of my palate. Days it hurts to take each next breath. Days I wish I could sleep and sleep and never wake.
Today is one of those days. There are so many of them, it seems.
For now though, my "home" project is this lovely hoodie from KnitPicks. The yarn is soft, and smooshy - I think it's the country tweed, DK weight.
I love the detail in the cuff and waist, adds a little interest to an otherwise plain easy knit. Can. Not. Wait. To. Wear. This. Because it's for me!
And the "to go" project, baby cable ribbed socks for Bridger. I'm using the recipe from the Terrific Toe-Up Socks book, but winging the numbers. Already I think I needed the toe to start with 2 more stitches, so it could be broader. It's a little nipplesque at the moment.
Thankfully I have to make two, so I can experiment. Oh, and baby cables? Genius. So easy. My mom uses them as a design detail a lot, but I never knew how to do it. Thank you YouTube. Stupid-easy. Score!
Maybe, just maybe, I'll make next week's WiP Wednesday a 'coming out of the closet', and get all those unfinished lovelies out. Because the only way to solve a problem is to get a good look at it first, right?
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Friday, May 4, 2012
|Aren't they PRETTY!!!???!!!|
|Squee, Swoon, all I want to do now is knit a lot of socks...|
|So I was tired and punchy last night, and as they were drying it occurred to me that they look like a mustache sitting on the sill...|
She Loves Them, which makes me so freaking happy.
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Divorce is a long, ugly, painful process. I am still getting divorced. It is a soul-sucking process. Some days I wake up and marvel that there is still any light in my being. But then I think that fire is a purifying element. I am walking through hell, and will emerge stronger, distilled, free. Even this, as awful as it is, is better than what I was living in for years.
But I don't want this space to only be tears and woe. I am multifaceted, and there is much joy and beauty in my daily life. So I will still post about food and knitting and yoga and school (I am finally back in school - my life on my terms!!) and kids and politics and triumphantly crow from this soapbox.
So pull up a chair, let's brew a pot of tea and chat. Welcome back.