A snowdrop wilts behind grandma’s ear. A bowl of maple tree flower buds is offered up on the altar of my kitchen counter. A star gazer lily slowly loses its…
Paper Doll Tales Posts
7:17 am: You wake up. Unlike most mornings when you replace the monitor static with coos and chortles and yelps, you cry. Overtired from an Easter weekend away from home,…
Remember when your hair stood in a mohawk fringe after being raked through with a handful of hummus? Remember how you chortle with a conquerer’s joy when you climb into…
Anna Watson Carl makes me want to down Blood Orange Cilantro Mocktails. And throw a Gnocchi Face-Off for NYC powerhouse foodies. And flit off to a Valapariso, Peru vacation. She’s…
I inadvertently guffaw at the word “Rest” as we come out of a week’s siege of stomach flu that has left a baby wide awake in dark hours and diapers…
I love Facebook. It allows me to delude myself with 15 seconds of fame. I can pull up that busy blue page, type “[This] happened today!”, and for two-ish hours,…