tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77172125937702897932024-02-21T06:02:07.410-08:00SONOMA COAST WEEKLYRamblings about our life on the Sonoma CoastTammihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06218178104788443177noreply@blogger.comBlogger673125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717212593770289793.post-47653011367909040452015-03-21T08:49:00.003-07:002015-03-21T08:49:31.258-07:00Welcome, Sweet Dog
{This series was inspired by my son's sixth grade english assignment
of writing for six minutes, without edits or overthinking it.
I'll be posting daily quick writes for the month of March.}
Welcome, sweet dog.
We've waited patiently for you
and now that you're here
our house feels just right.
We've all needed your
unconditional love, butt wiggles
and playful boxing Tammihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06218178104788443177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717212593770289793.post-35653138607859386222015-03-20T10:30:00.003-07:002015-03-21T08:01:55.723-07:00Now
{This series was inspired by my son's sixth grade english assignment
of writing for six minutes, without edits or overthinking it.
I'll be posting daily quick writes for the month of March.}
What is it all really about? This life? Family connections? The stuff we acquire and then purge from our lives?
I feel like there are so many lessons in every day Tammihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06218178104788443177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717212593770289793.post-63245072707630386422015-03-19T07:13:00.000-07:002015-03-21T08:01:37.817-07:00Time [6th grade version]
{This series was inspired by my son's sixth grade english assignment
of writing for six minutes, without edits or overthinking it.
I'll be posting daily quick writes for the month of March.}
The days are slipping by so fast.
Yesterday the boy got his first pair of eyeglasses.
Today he had his hair lopped off and he looks a little like Eddie Redmayne.
Tomorrow we get aTammihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06218178104788443177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717212593770289793.post-89109379230264647152015-03-18T10:13:00.001-07:002015-03-18T10:13:36.137-07:00Mornings
{This series was inspired by my son's sixth grade english assignment
of writing for six minutes, without edits or overthinking it.
I'll be posting daily quick writes for the month of March.}
My mind wakes up before my body is ready. To-do lists are drafted in my head before my feet even touch the cool wood floors. My bare feet shuffle across those worn Tammihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06218178104788443177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717212593770289793.post-33511492676448433712015-03-17T20:48:00.000-07:002015-03-21T20:02:57.238-07:00back to school
{This series was inspired by my son's sixth grade english assignment
of writing for six minutes, without edits or overthinking it.
I'll be posting daily quick writes for the month of March.}
I'm reading the iconic The Elements of Style Illustrated by Strunk & White & Kalman and all I can say is - it's about time. This is the back-to-the-basics, Tammihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06218178104788443177noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717212593770289793.post-80374052868737167122015-03-16T21:45:00.001-07:002015-03-16T21:46:17.909-07:00Bandaid
{This series was inspired by my son's sixth grade english assignment
of writing for six minutes, without edits or overthinking it.
I'll be posting daily quick writes for the month of March.}
I realized tonight that one year ago, on the eve of my mother's birthday, my first essay was published over at Mamalode.com. Setting those words free and sharing them with the Tammihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06218178104788443177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717212593770289793.post-88559301931775701832015-03-15T23:11:00.003-07:002015-03-16T21:46:31.228-07:00Born Again
{This series was inspired by my son's sixth grade english assignment
of writing for six minutes, without edits or overthinking it.
I'll be posting daily quick writes for the month of March.}
I once questioned a mormon missionary about why mormons don't use the phrase "born again." The missionary simply stated that being "born again" was viewed as a process, not an Tammihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06218178104788443177noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717212593770289793.post-47181736765541561122015-03-14T08:15:00.000-07:002015-03-16T21:46:43.704-07:00for better or worse
[Us circa 1998]
{This series was inspired by my son's sixth grade english assignment
of writing for six minutes, without edits or overthinking it.
I'll be posting daily quick writes for the month of March.}
for better or worse
that’s what we said
oh so many years ago
when we didn’t know about
the trappings of marriage
we now move through it allTammihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06218178104788443177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717212593770289793.post-7118551493554252882015-03-13T11:44:00.001-07:002015-03-14T08:08:17.470-07:00my life in metaphors, lately
My Mom & Dad circa 1969
{This series was inspired by my son's sixth grade english assignment
of writing for six minutes, without edits or overthinking it.
I'll be posting daily quick writes for the month of March.}
I'm constantly thinking in metaphors ever since I stopped drinking. As I prepared for my girls' weekend, I found myself in my head quite a Tammihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06218178104788443177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717212593770289793.post-75912132773047451862015-03-11T18:09:00.000-07:002015-03-12T18:12:33.308-07:00my mind is packed
{This series was inspired by my son's sixth grade english assignment
of writing for six minutes, without edits or overthinking it.
I'll be posting daily quick writes for the month of March.}
These six-minute quick writes are supposed to be just that. Quick. Only six minutes out of my day and somehow I couldn't find the time to do this today.
Starting the Tammihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06218178104788443177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717212593770289793.post-61135034958625465682015-03-10T18:37:00.000-07:002015-03-12T18:10:39.920-07:00the fog
{This series was inspired by my son's sixth grade english assignment
of writing for six minutes, without edits or overthinking it.
I'll be posting daily quick writes for the month of March.}
the fog,
thick and pixelated,
blankets the world
just outside my window.
dewy, wet branches
breathe a heavy sigh
as the sun fights to emerge
through the slate-colored sky.Tammihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06218178104788443177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717212593770289793.post-6644764799507586652015-03-09T11:01:00.002-07:002015-03-10T13:12:01.814-07:00The Door to Independence
{This series was inspired by my son's sixth grade english assignment
of writing for six minutes, without edits or overthinking it.
I'll be posting daily quick writes for the month of March.}
Yesterday I caught a glimpse of the teenager that my son will be in a few years. He glared at me, barked something about how I ruined his perfectly good day by enforcing trumpet Tammihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06218178104788443177noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717212593770289793.post-7221877398748925302015-03-08T11:09:00.002-07:002015-03-08T11:19:26.268-07:00Sleepless in Valley Ford
{This series was inspired by my son's sixth grade english assignment
of writing for six minutes, without edits or overthinking it.
I'll be posting daily quick writes for the month of March.}
Sleep has eluded me, once again, and I wake up groggy and congested. I feel like I have a hangover, but I know that isn't possible this morning. Since my breakup with alcohol, I've Tammihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06218178104788443177noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717212593770289793.post-79221479133379267842015-03-07T07:00:00.001-08:002015-03-07T07:29:20.410-08:00haiku :: country alarm clock
{This series was inspired by my son's sixth grade english assignment
of writing for six minutes, without edits or overthinking it.
I'll be posting daily quick writes for the month of March.}
haiku :: country alarm clock
turkey gobbles serve
as my morning alarm clock.
no-snooze button found.Tammihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06218178104788443177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717212593770289793.post-37036695420526118912015-03-06T07:08:00.000-08:002015-03-08T08:06:58.330-07:00the uniform
{This series was inspired by my son's sixth grade english assignment
of writing for six minutes, without edits or overthinking it.
I'll be posting daily quick writes for the month of March.}
the uniform (of my 11 year old boy)
what he wears:
black denim jeans, ripped at the knee
high top vans
black leather belt
mid-calf length colorful socks
any t-shirt he an grab off the shelf
Tammihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06218178104788443177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717212593770289793.post-56628024374972270062015-03-05T08:01:00.001-08:002015-03-07T07:08:00.479-08:00Shed [update]
Our funky little pink art studio
{This series was inspired by my son's sixth grade english assignment
of writing for six minutes, without edits or overthinking it.
I'll be posting daily quick writes for the month of March.}
Shed.
Shed is the word I chose to focus on in 2015 and boy have I been shedding some stuff!
In January I focused on shedding excess from my home. I Tammihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06218178104788443177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717212593770289793.post-455979003641259272015-03-04T10:47:00.002-08:002015-03-07T07:04:22.030-08:00Months, Not Days
{1.0 micron pen on paper 2015}
{This series was inspired by my son's sixth grade english assignment
of writing for six minutes, without edits or overthinking it.
I'll be posting daily quick writes for the month of March.}
I woke up in the middle of the night thinking about the way I have been describing my current break-up with alcohol. Yesterday I hit the one-month milestone Tammihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06218178104788443177noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717212593770289793.post-6957631301553903352015-03-03T10:08:00.000-08:002015-03-07T07:04:04.067-08:00Conscious Relationships
{One year ago today :: March 3, 2014 :: Costa Rica}
{This series was inspired by my son's sixth grade english assignment
of writing for six minutes, without edits or overthinking it.
I'll be posting daily quick writes for the month of March.}
We live in a small town (population 126). The reason I'm sharing this with you is to give you a little background about our crummy Tammihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06218178104788443177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717212593770289793.post-13983192171335940992015-03-02T08:49:00.000-08:002015-03-07T07:03:49.559-08:00Proof of Life
{2010}
{This series was inspired by my son's sixth grade english assignment
of writing for six minutes, without edits or overthinking it.
I'll be posting daily quick writes for the month of March.}
The sliding glass door shuts and I'm left alone. The morning routines have been carried out, coffee made and a load of laundry sits on the floor waiting to be loaded into the washerTammihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06218178104788443177noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717212593770289793.post-18719669278640881132015-03-01T07:53:00.000-08:002015-03-07T07:03:34.674-08:00I'm a Believer
{This series was inspired by my son's sixth grade english assignment
of writing for six minutes, without edits or overthinking it.
I'll be posting daily quick writes for the month of March.}
Mornings are my new favorite. The house is quiet. The world seems still. My thoughts are slowly forming and making a plan for the day. The sun rising across the valley Tammihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06218178104788443177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717212593770289793.post-63822408608523400372015-02-22T12:51:00.001-08:002015-02-25T09:04:09.305-08:00Rituals :: Writing + Drinking
As February is winding down, I realize that I haven't come to this space to write much this month. To be perfectly honest, I have a hard time sitting down and sharing what's on my mind. Part of me feels like who would want to read that? While the other part of me knows just how much I get out of reading the work of other bloggers/writers and gleaning advice or shared Tammihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06218178104788443177noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717212593770289793.post-65460965553466468852015-02-20T06:49:00.003-08:002015-02-20T07:00:26.587-08:0028 Days of Play :: The Window for Play
My essay, The Window for Play, can be found over at You Plus Two Parenting's website. I am the featured blogger today in the 28 Days of Play blogger series that focuses on play with our children.
I spent a lot of time reflecting on my early role as a mother and how I slowly figured things out. Please hop on over here and read. I'd love to hear your thoughts and keep Tammihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06218178104788443177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717212593770289793.post-89141001812605433192015-02-02T15:44:00.000-08:002015-02-02T15:57:25.562-08:00Apartment Therapy's January Cure :: Part Two
When I cannot bear outer pressures anymore,
I begin to put order in my belongings…
As if unable to control my life,
I seek to exert this on the world of objects.
Anaïs Nin
As the month of January came to an end, my list of projects for Apartment Therapy's January Cure had many lines drawn through it. Items big and small were crossed off, a highlighter Tammihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06218178104788443177noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717212593770289793.post-56499344801789387342015-01-30T13:31:00.000-08:002015-01-31T08:01:12.382-08:00January :: My Favorite MonthMy favorite month of the year, January, is almost over. So much has happened these past four weeks, while at the same time I feel some of that time was paused, leaving me feeling restored and rested. Sounds like January has a little bit of a split personality, eh? The first month of the year holds so much promise for me. I have consciously slowed down, accomplished severalTammihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06218178104788443177noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717212593770289793.post-42091925621691800492015-01-18T04:42:00.002-08:002015-01-18T05:32:00.881-08:00Apartment Therapy's January Cure 2015 :: Part One
The Ponderosa :: January 2015
Just like clockwork, I'm up in the middle of the night struggling with sleep. Every year around this time, sleep eludes me. My mind seems filled with ideas and running to-do lists and I wake up with the need to write or put my thoughts on paper.
Organizing my home and putting things in order at the beginning of the calendar year is a big ritual for meTammihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06218178104788443177noreply@blogger.com5