Journey On, Thursday’s Child

You know that Mother Goose rhyme about the day of the week you were born? It goes something like: “Monday’s child is full of face. Tuesday’s child is full of grace. Wednesday’s child is full of woe. Thursday’s child has far to go. Friday’s child has to work for a living. Saturday’s child is happy and giving. But the child who’s born on the Sabbath day is merry and blithe and glad always.”

I was always intrigued by that poem. Especially since my dad was born on a Monday, my brother on a Tuesday, my mother on a Wednesday, and I was the lone Thursday’s child. That whole “far to go” thing has always intrigued me. So I did what I do when I’m intrigued. I wrote about it. And here’s what happened. I thought it was incredibly appropriate for this new year.

Journey On, Thursday’s Child

Thursday’s child has far to go,
(At least that’s what they say.)
And I wonder what that means.
Far to go.
Far to go in what way? (more…)

present significance

This year, my husband kept asking me what I wanted for Christmas. I told him I didn’t want anything. It’s been a roller coaster year for me and I just couldn’t think of some present-like thing he could buy for me. Most of what I want are things that will (or might) come later: I want a quiet place to write. I want two cats (I just recently got past wanting the other one back. It took a while but I got there.). I want a writing career (that was also something I just admitted to myself this year). But those are not things that come in a nice pretty box. So I told him I didn’t want a present. And I honestly meant it.

He didn’t listen. (more…)