still blog happens every day. even on days when your 80 year old mom is recovering from knee replacement surgery, and your daughter is home for senior skip day, and your son has soccer practice, and your husband wakes up to 273 work emails, and it’s the second day of your monthly cycle. and your body is craving a steak for dinner because you feel anemic and iron deficient, and there’s nobody else to go buy the beef tenderloin at the butcher counter. on a day like that, still blog still sits expectantly, waiting for attention. “forget me not,” it says.

forget-me-nots

saint paul, minnesota