Little Friend went to the doctor today and was diagnosed with “Christmas Fever.” It sounds technical, right? Not quite the ear infection that I had imagined after the past week…
Author: <span>Beth Hendrickson</span>
Sometimes failure looks like a messy house. Failure leers at me from the kitchen sink where dishes multiply with the voracity of an alley-full of un-spayed cats. Failure jeers at…
What does one do when one returns to Pittsburgh from a beach Thanksgiving to find a grey-shrouded, mist-breathing Midwinter has settled on her heavy haunches to brood until spring hatches?…
I’m grateful: 1. For a little girl with hair that spouts like a whale’s sneeze. 2. For a pastured turkey that glazed succulent and delicious after 12 hours in a…
I grew up in a desert-scape of rock gardens, cactus blooms, clacking palm fronds, and golden sky-dome. I grew up in the Arizona desert where we fried eggs on aluminum…
“Hey Mama. Will you give me a special treat? Guess why–’cause you love me?” Now tell me, please, how does an almost-three-year-old brain do the complex manipulations it takes to…