“One night, in a phosphorescent sea, he marveled at the sight of some whale spouting luminous water; and later lying on the deck of his boat gazing at the immense,…
Category: <span>Kids and Treasures</span>
“Santa is dead.” Miss C drops this bomb at gymnastics class. 10 other eye balls and 5 mouths go all perfect spheres. “Well. Then, who brings the presents on Christmas?” This, from…
We get kinda excited about a thrift store around here. You know the kind I mean–the filled with junk/treasures and exuding that certain musty, a dead-cat-may-be-decomposing-in-a-suitcase-somewhere kind of smelling place.…
“Hey. Mama. What kind of face am I making?” I look over to see eyes frozen wide and mouth gaping in a petrified grin. It’s her excited face reserved for…
I’m a reading addict. It’s an affliction that became evident early in my life (I spent virtually all of my childhood summers camped on the couch for hoooooooours with a three-foot…
Peace. Quiet. Alone. I failed these words on my last vocab quiz. I totally forget what they mean. Especially in the context of the bathroom. Are you with me, moms?…