It takes the last swallows in a glass of crusty, backwashed milk to clue me in on how much I love my kids. I stand with a cup of black…
Paper Doll Tales Posts
It was a sunset rainbow. Cast in pinks and blues and stretching shyly above an outdoor stage of toe-tapping ballerinas and a black fringe of forest beyond. Little Friend considered…
It’s the kind of burger that makes you groan luxuriously on the first chomp. The pillow of bun, the juice of beef, the slip of lettuce, the squish of tomato,…
On vacation, Little One has been afforded the luxury of sleeping, pack-n-play and all, in the bathroom. This morning, I awoke to a knock-knock-knock, “Hey?!” from behind the bathroom door.…
I step in a warm pile of something brown and mushy and smear it in a skid as I re-gain my balance. Big Friend and I look with the horror…
Two questions follow the word “belong”: “where?” and “to whom?” Two reactions follow the word “belong”: “do I?” and “Yes!” Because it’s difficult to always root yourself in a place…