Stop talking to the babies, Ma says my smiling youngest son as he comes down the stairs. He enjoys telling me to stop what I'm doing even when he enjoys what I'm doing. The babies have dark-dot eyes. One has it's fluffy backside to me. The other stares down at my face with steady curiosity,… Continue reading Dove Tales
Are you dynamite? Sent to blow us up, blow us to bits? We've solidified, settled into our life like an immovable, stubborn mound of rocks, and you come along with your short fuse and explosive intentions and destroy our stale stability and structure. Bless you, because you signed up for the shittiest job, and you'll… Continue reading Dynamite People Ow!
Please take The Elevator Ride, and check out The Outsize Pram (you needn't buy it) before reading this post! How to ask If I go for a job interview and get the job, and want the tarot to help me decide whether to accept the position, I’d avoid asking questions that beg for a yes… Continue reading A Magic Carpet Ride?