Posted in Family, Me, Mom Life, Nonsense

Today I am tired.

I pushed it too far. I went to one more event and one more event and one more event. I let my tiny black heart run dangerously low on the things that feed it.

So I’ve spent most of the morning 🧛‍♀️ undead 🧟‍♀️ on the couch. I’ve snacked my way through a bunch of crappy foods. I finally put my ass in a bubble bath hoping to emergency self care myself into a better mood. It helped a tiny bit but my brain forgot the impossibility of enjoying a bath in a one bathroom house while the three kiddos are still here. DOH!

Mom tip: there is nothing relaxing about being tucked behind the curtain while child after child after child has to use the toilet. It’s a glam life listening to your child poop two feet from your head while you’re trying to read in the half dark behind the shower curtain. 3/10 would not recommend 🤣

You know you are overdone when READING takes too much energy. (FYI reading is my absolute favorite pastime. If I’m not reading then my dreams are dying. Just saying.)

Now I’m tucked into the couch with a toddler wrapped in random fabric pieces (it’s her Moana costume, ok?! 😂). I’m watching Murder She Wrote. (An all time favorite. I’ve seen every episode multiple times. Why do I not write or read murder mysteries??? Murder shows are 70% of my tv viewing. 💀)

So today I choose lazy. If only my inner mean girl would shut the fuck up about the clutter in the kitchen and the weird ass school supplies I haven’t summoned from Amazon yet. 😫

Posted in Nonsense, Poems


Willows watch

the riverbank displays

the history of their sentinel ways

Roots choke the banks

Sucking the sorrow from the shallows

Slow is their way

Death of the once raging river

is their destination

copyright 2018 klaudia grady
Posted in Nonsense


The thirteenth tale on roads not taken

Crimson Amaryllis morning

Buttercup Jitter

Purple, to capture the moment

Whoosh, the flame tree

Envy, a soul delicacy

Periwinkle Samba

blissed-out harmony dance

Radiant. Rakish. Naked.

copyright rhinestone dragon 2014
Posted in Nonsense, Poems, Word Tickets


I taste spirit

Can you read the music?

Fuchsia trading post

Madden Moon Dancer

Beige Morning

the elemental cosmos shooting star

behind first light iris

golden chance burgundy peonies

rage pawnshop roses

i run tattooed

glittering flea market

a handmade’s tale

passion irony

three little words





copyright 2007 KLAUDIA GRADY