the truth
You know, over the years, what I write here is always the truth.
Ugly or sexy, hard or easy, vague or eerily clear, it's always the truth.
I could only ever be accused of lying by omission.
Most of the time me and mine read as adorable, lovable, bright and witty. But, sometimes, the truth isn't that attractive. Sometimes we sound, well, less lovable.
I know that I might have readers who disapprove of some of our conversations or occupations but I write about them anyway. Those are the times I write for me and not for you. Those are the times I write to keep a record of the time.
We are flawed and human and we each do our best every day, and I love writing it.
That you read it and comment is a bonus I never expected.
How's that for vague?
Ugly or sexy, hard or easy, vague or eerily clear, it's always the truth.
I could only ever be accused of lying by omission.
Most of the time me and mine read as adorable, lovable, bright and witty. But, sometimes, the truth isn't that attractive. Sometimes we sound, well, less lovable.
I know that I might have readers who disapprove of some of our conversations or occupations but I write about them anyway. Those are the times I write for me and not for you. Those are the times I write to keep a record of the time.
We are flawed and human and we each do our best every day, and I love writing it.
That you read it and comment is a bonus I never expected.
How's that for vague?
Comments
xo
ErinH
If they have a problem, screw them (I understand this might not be the best and most polite words but that's what I believe).
You have what I think to be the dream family which is not the perfect bubbly smiley soapy one. NO.
It yours. With you COOL, funny, clever, hip and amazing YOU ALL.
Sleepless night with lots of Arnica and ice and whining was had ovah heah.
People can be very unkind to those in the publishing industry. Particularly those who work on producing picture books for small children.
Love to you and yours,
A
some pretend
some make mistakes
others deny
i think i will keep hanging-out/lurking here if that is okay with you
Linda
p.s. Have missed the last couple days of your writing so I just did a catch up with your entries. I'm Canadian...and am a buy the milk by the bag(s) there is 3 small bags in the large bag.
1) the amazing details you showcase, they make me appreciate the value of curiousity--like folks in a coffee shop, a very long piece of string that leads where?, funky website links (still addicted to Houzz)
2) you have old sons (3, like me!) and it's obvious how you passionately madly love them still and how they adore you right back and because of your stories I have hope I can be that tight with my tribe during other stages of life.
love,
jbhat
You do live and write honestly, and it takes immense courage (and love!) to do both, not to mention to posting it on the internets for complete strangers to read.
Anyone who disapproves of, or cannot handle, the truth of your flawed, human, lovely existence needs to just move along. There is never any reason or excuse to be unkind.
I know how unpleasant it can be to be on the receiving end of someone else's judgmental disapproval, and hope no one has been rude enough to impose their unsolicited opinion on you.
The good thing is you are so loved by so many. For so many obvious, undeniable reasons...
I continue to admire the hell out of you.
Heavens to mergatroide!
Love the Bbirds!
i come here for all sorts of reasons, but one of which is that you obviously love those kids of yours. there are so many places where people complain and complain and complain about being a parent...you might not love all of it (who does?), but you obviously know how to celebrate the great parts.
here's an extra "screw-'em" to use at your leisure.