Author: Jen Busfield

He’s Gone

My little man is gone. He left with my mom this afternoon. I wrote him a book- to introduce airport and airplane etiquette. He’s been on a plane before, but before he was aware of…everything. Mom said that he did well on the first flight- OKC to Dallas. The next flight is longer- Dallas to RDU. But it is only one day of traveling- compared to 3 in a car. Either way is an adventure for the little man- And for the adult entrusted with his care. It feels weird to know that I won’t have mothering responsibilities when I get home tonight. The girls at the office invited me to “margarita night,” and I didn’t have to worry about scheduling Rand coverage; because he’s not even in the state anymore. So, ladies night- margaritas- fun; and yet, my heart is still connected to the little man, and is worried and praying for his safe flight home....

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I am not alone…

…or at least, I will soon not be. Somehow, I feel like my sense of privacy is about to take a hike in order to find some solitude since soon that is going to be hard to find in my current environment. Did you follow me on that. It is leaving: my sense of privacy… In order to find its own privacy. Is it allowed to do that? Yes or no: doesn’t matter. What matters is that it is happening. The evolution is taking place. I am evil and unhappy: clearing not handling the change well. I am not as good as I thought I would be; as I hoped I would be.  If I were my privacy, maybe I would take a hike...

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Wanting More

He has the bluest eyes imaginable. And loves to give direct eye contact. Do you know what that is like? How you can lose yourself? You look and fall in- the richness and warmth are breathtaking. The firmness, the comfort, the ability to make you feel lovely and interesting: all that is there too. Who would want to leave this place? But eventually, you have to: you look away, he looks away, something outside breaks eyes contact. And you breathe again….realizing the air inside was sweeter, deeper, more alive. The experience is absolutely intoxicating. And you always, ALWAYS, want...

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pulling Over Time

Kevn and Rand out of town. Gurl day and nite. Went shoppn. new shoesss. very prtty and sexy. Got new br…got 2 keep em gurls up. Wnt to HpeFest. Rain and mud and sweet all over. Nsty. Good chikn sandwitch. good gurls. lost of fun% Colbie is man now. Edwin is the man. Dve Spencr thinks of me az Jasn Mraz. Vry cooly. Drive hom….rush 2 gulrs nite out. OverTime in Mebne. Nice wait. Bad pi. Yummers beer adn deer fridns. Fun 2 tie…i mean try. Noxious means came bi. bad worlds…words…bad guys. meet futur soccr coash- nt goods. Hi Chip! On sholdr redy to heave. Skin to Jeff serves kiss. lft out lst drink…thankful mess..thankfulness…thankful Kisses all around…for all…with all…wnt some? Pics lots- see face libro…album their. Got lots…lost…see Gibsovllie…Burke Man…over again. Turn around. ovr agn. 2 mush 2 drnlk funs tuff. wants to conutss…eberr, beer, shot, shot, mixedd up…too muchs —- Hope you enjoyed that bit of dissection on the evening. Had a great time. Wish I could be so frivolous all the time. But then it wouldn’t be a novelty. Try the applesauce next time you are at Over Time in Mebane. It is a delectable, cinnamon-based treat for the senses. Stay away from the Key Lime Pie. Ask for Jeff! He is the most amazing waiter in all of Alamance County. And is more than...

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