On Sunday, August 29, 2010 Outside my window…Oleander blossoms, prickly pear fruit clusters, palm trees shedding skin and branches into the street, clouds mustering forces into thunderhead battalions, a punishing…
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Now here’s a problem I want in my life: Four pints of raspberries. Warm to the touch from the sun they drank through the spiky umbilical cords of their mother…
Sit. Stay at home, mom. Stay. I chose to be a stay-at-home mom. I willingly gave up grading vocab quizzes, rousing snoozing students from drool-slicked desktops, signing crumpled hall passes,…
I have a confession to make: I’m taking the easy way out with today’s post. I’m stealing some memories from my France 2006 travel journal rather than writing brand new…
And now for something completely different. A series of 100-word “postcards” from my weekend solo trip to New York City. I don’t have a sippy cup. I’m out of wipes. …
“‘I’m glad it’s wick!’ she cried out in her whisper. ‘I want them all to be wick. Let us go round the garden and count how many wick ones there…