I am crouched on the bathroom floor, my chin in hand, elbow cushioned by the hem of Little Friend’s towel. She is sitting on the kiddie potty, double-wrapped in her…
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If you were coming over today to sit awhile at my table, I’d pour you a steaming cup of maple tea. It’s smooth, creamy, dreamy, divine and only six (or…
If 2010 was the year of the bull, then allow me to dub 2011 the year of the cup. Back pedal. 2010 wasn’t technically the year of the bull in…
Dear Little Friend, We read The Very Hungry Caterpillar at library story time today. The book was your pick. You lurched out of my lap, rifled through a basket of…
Pied Beauty Gerard Manley Hopkins Glory be to God for dappled things— For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal…
Pre-eclampsia I sat with clasped hands in the passenger seat, watching but not seeing the buzz-cut hills along Interstate 279 slip off of the front windshield. My legs were shaking…