You ever hold a baby and think that baby's healthy body was anything but rad. Well, I mean, not when it's shitting on you or spitting up or whatever. I mean, a healthy sleepy baby or a healthy happy baby who's cooing and smiling and laughing because you just sneezed. No teeth, squealing glee. I don't care if you're a person who calls babies crotch droppings, that shit's unbelievable. Ovary-melting goodness. Even if there's something you don't like about the baby's face, and let's face it, if the baby's not on the cover of Baby's Poo Magazine, you think something is askew. Eyes too small maybe, too far apart. That baby would be cute if he didn't have that zit or he wasn't giving you a preview of his middle aged male pattern baldness issue. But her body? Gorgeous. Chunkalunk rolly poly legs. Long toes. Dimpled knuckles. Outie belly button. Innie belly button. Weird hairy back. I c...
I ski, teach, parent, write, read, swim, adventure. I get lost in my own mind, chewing on words and images. Sometimes something good comes out.