Presents for future me.

Ah, the continuation to yesterday’s public recognition of the pain that comes with realizing just how little I have paid attention to the needs of me-from-next-week. Until next week shows up and then: oh right, I am her. Yesterday was all about acknowledging...

Sweetness for coming-in me.

Today’s post is a woem I wrote a week or so ago. A woem is a poem of woe! And grumbles. This is something we invented at McGrumblebug’s Whine Bar (a forum board disguised as a pub) in my Kitchen Table program. See: My weekend got eaten by bears! And, as it...

The questions

So I’ve basically been in bed for three days now. Except for teaching the Shiva Nata class at the Playground last night, which was crazy and beautiful and impossible to describe. But mostly bed. Recovery mode from the weekend that may or may not have been eaten...

Setting it up.

Over the past few months I’ve been spending a huge portion of my time trying to set things up for Slightly Future Me so her day goes well and she feels cared for by me. It’s a pretty interesting practice. Last week I was on my vacation and things were...
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