Death, death, death

For Brian Wid­dows, Jaime’s daughter Kaya and Ceredwyn and Keith’s cousin There is an infinite sad­ness in cer­tain acts that cannot be escaped and tonight I grapple with the tri­fecta: A murder, a sui­cide, the death of a baby moments before it...

Protected: Updatey

Exciting Harper stuff:  Yes­terday, Harper raised her­self up onto her fore­arms while on her tummy. Then she raised her legs too. Made her look like Superman! I don’t know exactly when this started but the little ‘ah’ sounds which she did when she was talking...

Protected: Blergh

Today sucked. (Hence the infre­quently used “neck brace” icon.) My C-section wound is infected. It’s red and sore and painful to the touch to the point that under­pants hurt it. But of course I have to wear under­pants for the lochia. Gah. We spent from midday...

Protected: Summer solstice/full moon ritual

I’ve been so busy pre­paring for our trip that there are things I’ve for­gotten to say. One was about mid­summer being the height of the mother’s strength and fecundity, with her con­sort the sun at his full power too and how that felt very much like what Doug...