Wide is the gulf of years between me and her. She wears my baby clothes, cherished through the years by her grandmother. Wider still the strand of DNA that bridges…
Paper Doll Tales Posts
Smooky books, smooky stories, smooky movies. That’s Little Friend’s current request: things that spook (or smook), scare, and go bump in the night. This same little girl who feels it…
Love for a certain blonde haired, blue eyed, honey voiced Princess is in the air around here. “I’ll be Cinderella, and you be the mean Stepsister who is nice” I’m…
A three-year old, barely weighing 30 pounds soaking wet, leaves a black hole of empty in her wake. She leaves droppings that my emotions stumble over and pick up her scent…
Little Friend lifted her foot to the level of her hip and pistoned it back down to the floor. Repeatedly. I could have planted rows of corn in the furrows…
I’ve fallen in love–the drunken stumble, tripping, head-over-heels, topsy-turvy sort of fall–with both my babes somewhere between their third and fourth months on this earth. I fall in love hard–a…