Every so often my husband falls asleep somewhere that is not our bed. Living room couch, basement couch, you get the idea. It's important to note that my husband is a sound sleeper. Like, could sleep through a major disaster kind of sleeper. So, every so often, when he falls asleep in a place that isn't his bed I am left with the formidable task of waking the beast and convincing it to move. 

It has been a long time since I've written. Not just blogged, but written. As in anything.

This summer has been a summer of transition, or rather, adjustment to transition. Just three months ago my world - my family's world - looked very different. We had a different routine, a different pattern to our days, a different rhythm. Fast forward to today and while on the surface it may seem like a lot is the same, much has changed.

Everything has changed.

"There's a crack in everything - that's how the light gets in." - Leonard Cohen

I've seen a similar quote attributed to Ernest Hemingway as well. I've done zero research on that, so I don't know if he really said it or not. Unimportant. I like this idea, that broken places are where light gets in.

I'd like to add that brokenness is also where our light gets out.

Good morning, sports fans.

First off, I need to publicly apologize to my mom, who did NOT find my snarkiness about her behavior after my broken arm from my last post very funny. She said I need to ask my dad about that because I was home with him when it happened. Apparently, he called my mom's work, but since my mom was in a class at the time he left a message. She only got the message after her class was done, which probably explains my memory of being at home on the couch watching a Cubs game with my dad, crying about my very painful arm. Anyway. In no way should my snarkiness lead you to believe I had an absent/uncaring mother. Quite the opposite.

It's been another what-a-day. 

Maybe you've heard, but "Hamilton in Chicago" tickets went on sale today at 10:00am. I had a group of 6 trying from 10:00 until after 1:00pm to get us all tickets, but that was probably a bad idea. We probably could have all chosen our ideal show and ordered 2 tickets each and been fine. But we were TOGETHER gosh-darn-it and committed to solidarity...

Tonight at 7:30 I bought Jesse and I two tickets on our own. It's dog eat dog in musical theater, I tell you. Friends be damned! (Please still love me, friends.)

Hello friends, hope you're well. I've got some new internet-digs and I want to invite you all over. You may notice that Everyday Truth-Telling is a different site than my usual site, Life as a Lego Giraffe. I've switched. Short story is that the phrase "everyday truth-telling" came to me a few months ago and just stuck around, and seemed to sum up exactly what I want my presence on this little web space to be about. Telling the truth about everyday life. My truth, at least. So, www.everydaytruthtelling.com was born and here I am and hopefully you'll come visit from time to time, if not more often.