14 Years of Words
The more things change, the more they stay the same. Or something like that. Fourteen years. I’ve been writing Laughing at Chaos for fourteen years today yesterday (the hours get away from me). I think the only other things I’ve …
Everyday Life
Solo Harmony
Welcome to 2020; May we have a word? It’s the first day of responsibilities. Back to school, back to work, back to all the things that make up Life. I managed to hibernate away from many things for close to …
Just a flip of the calendar page
It’s been quite a decade A student and I were talking about the flaming dumpster fire we call life these days and I shared my tinfoil hat theory. When scientists clicked on the Large Hadron Collider, it quietly nudged us …
Best Things Today: November 25, 2019
If you’ve been around here awhile, or saw the recent video put out by 2eNews, then you know that I post three good things about my day nearly every night. I say nearly because I miss maybe one night out …
T.U.S.H.
Trapped Under Something Heavy Way back a billion years ago in Internet Time, in the heyday of bloggers and blogging community, a crafting blogger I followed wrote (explaining an extended absence) that she hadn’t entirely fallen off the face of …
The Big Four-6
Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doooo they say it’s your birthday…. It is indeed my birthday. 46. A number I’m happy to have reached with my faculties nearly intact, with both parents still living and happily married to each other, …
Summery Summary
And like that (dramatic finger snap), summer is over. Yeah, the temperatures might still be deliciously warm and the sun still high in the sky, but school is back in session and the Labor Day sales are winding down, so …
Life with Maude
Last week I started working with a therapist, because boy howdy it was time. My coping and self-care skills were being drowned by the tsunami of life, and I needed help. It was a long time in coming, and I …
In the blink of an eye
Our oldest son, the out of the box, move to the beat of his own drummer, complex as all hell son…our son is 18 today. He is a much different man than the infant/toddler/preschooler/kiddo of previous years suggested he’d be.
Learning happens at the tip of a pencil
Recently I was digging through some old flute music, looking for pieces for students. Two things struck me as I pawed through my filing cabinets. The first was that I couldn’t believe some of the things I had played (omg …