His fingers. My nose. Her self. Aaaarrrrgh. I can’t do it. I can’t limit myself to just six words. See? Here I am rambling on, belaboring you with the curse…
Category: <span>Thoughts and Musings</span>
“Just try one bite.” I hear myself spit out this phrase at dinner and cringe. Little Friend has made the dinner frittata public enemy number one. I weep a bit…
“You look just like your mom!” I’ve heard it time and again beginning way back in those teenage years when the ugly duckling stage of the tweens began to molt…
Child misbehaving (read: messy puddle of muscle, bone, and tiny, whiny voice) in middle of mall? PAUSE. Masticated clump of cumin-lime grilled steak taco launched from a spoon-turned-trebuchet? PAUSE. Damp,…
I broke one of my cardinal rules last night. The rule crumbled around 2:33 am, which is as good a reason as any for a rule to break. The rule…
Go: If I knew I could, I would drink that pot of coffee. The whole durn thing. I’d hook it up to my arm like a portable IV of energy…