Sunday Secret

CrookedSky┬áIt’s only taken me five decades but I think I’ve finally mastered the art of knowing there’s not much to master. I suppose I could claim the title of Best Person To Remind You There’s a Full Moon or Champion of Nervousness but, overall, I find that true glory resides in not striving to be anything other than who I am. On a good day, I glide here and there, leaning into all of it, regardless. On a bad day, I snivel and scrunch and fret about everything that seems off kilter. My shiny reward is when I let go enough to stop worrying about the distorted unevenness and I tilt my head a bit to take in the pretty, crooked view.

Analytically Yours,

Thelma the Thinker

Cooper Being Sylvester Stallone in Cliffhanger

Edmund“Come on, grab my hand, it’ll be fine,” he says to his co-star, moments before she plummets nine million stories to her death.

Things That Are Easier Than Trying To Understand How To Play Pokemon Go When You Barely Even Know What Pokemon Is and You Hate Video Games, Cartoons and Technology

1. Teaching a baby how to fold a fitted sheet
2. Knitting a queen-size afghan using only your ears
3. Rollerskating up the Great Pyramid
4. Domesticating a howler monkey
5. Convincing Oprah that Gayle is a crappy best friend

What I Tell Myself

SitBitJust close your eyes and sit for a bit.

Saturday SlobberLove

morningboysSometimes on Saturday, after we team up with our short man sibling and successfully harangue our mother into taking us on a 6 AM romp in the park, we like to spend the rest of the morning relaxing in bed, processing the fact that we will never have purely one-on-one snuggles again. And we’re kind of okay with that.