It’s late and I’m writing. I wish I knew why I can’t seem to write during the day while the kids are at school and my husband is at work. No, the words can’t start flowing until after 10pm. When I’m teetering on the edge of sleep happiness. I feel as though I’m preparing forContinue reading “Grandma’s School of Decorating”
Author Archives: K. Lawrence
Seed Starter
(A poem I wrote while starting seeds with my toddler) I love the feeling of seed starter dirt. All loamy and grit. Pulling apart tiny seeds so small they fit inside my fingernail tip, this might be a meal come late summer. I tell my boy, Dig into the dirt. Feel it on your tinyContinue reading “Seed Starter”
Consumption
It did not creepslowly,like a spiderafter her struggling prey.More like a fifteen pound bowling ball,Thundering towardslazy fat pinsunable to move. The disease flowedthrough shiny silver cansDripping with cold sweat It pouredout of beautifully crafted glass bottles Liquids of gold,Burning amber,And fizzy bubbling blush Liquid courage,it shredded our family tree,into paper confetti.Scrapbooks full of memories,no oneContinue reading “Consumption”
Preparing for Crap-mas
It’s coming. That most wonderful time of the year. And like every year I’m doing everything I can to make it through…and it’s really pissing me off. Every year I request less crap and every year my requests fall on deaf ears. Every one truly believes that they are going to get me the oneContinue reading “Preparing for Crap-mas”
My Life Isn’t Pretty All The Time And That’s Okay
When I first started this blog it was to help me keep writing. To exercise that muscle of creativity. It was also because I had just graduated college with a journalism degree and I really didn’t know what to do with it in a small town where no one was hiring. I’m still not sureContinue reading “My Life Isn’t Pretty All The Time And That’s Okay”
Baby Brain is real.
I have forgotten what it’s like to have such a small baby. My third child. A surprise son when I thought I was done. Cool, a rhyme. Like the baby books I now read all the time. I sit here trying to remember how to type. Trying to remember how to make the brain doContinue reading “Baby Brain is real.”
Does This Blog Make Me A Writer?
I’ve let this whole project/blog/thing fall by the wayside, haven’t I? In the past few months I’ve really considered shutting the whole thing down. But something always makes me pause and want to start again. I write a few things and save them in my ever expanding draft file. Then life gets in the wayContinue reading “Does This Blog Make Me A Writer?”
The Better Mother
Being a mom now, means that I understand that sometimes my mom wanted to be Lisa, the artist, the reader, the woman and not just “mom”.
The Never Diet
I noticed that my pants are getting tight. I’m not a thin person by any means, and if you want the truth, I don’t really want to be. Anymore. For years I tried, desperately, to be the kind of girl that every other girl seemed to be, or at least trying to be. You knowContinue reading “The Never Diet”
Exhaustion, Anyone?
I’m tired. Are you tired?
A Hermitess 