There are a few things that, without fail, pull me back to the sweet moments of my childhood summers. Fairies, action figures burnt and twisted, reading in the sun and lemonade pie. In the big cookbook binder my mom gave me about 14 years ago the pie of which I speak is called "Aunt Linda's … Continue reading lemonade pie -or- this is NOT a food blog…
next stop please…
Riding on the bus this morning, minding my own business, reading from my phone, I heard a thud. A rolling sound. And I looked down to see a sippy cup was rolling toward me. Just as it was about to strike my boot I plucked it up, and smiling, reached back and across the isle … Continue reading next stop please…
the potato salad chronicles…
Years and years ago my mother gave me a recipe book for Christmas. It is bound in a 3 ring binder with protective plastic sheets housing each page. Each page is printed with an entertaining little cartoon and each recipe is printed in Comic Sans. Sigh. Yes. Comic Sans. This binder is a treasure trove … Continue reading the potato salad chronicles…
still red…
I washed my face that night. I took out my contacts, brushed my teeth and washed my face before I crawled into bed. But the night still left its mark on me. Sometimes things go right. They go so incredibly right that you float through the moments, minutes, hours and suddenly find that you're out … Continue reading still red…
because it’s june…
The thermostat is off. The furnace sits inactive. Because it's June. But as I roll over in my bed and open my eyes to my sleepy morning the air slips between my sheets. Brushes against my body. A shiver. And the tiny bumps raise on my arms. My skin pulls tight and I wriggle further … Continue reading because it’s june…
that caller id is a bitch…
Remember the days before caller ID? When you could be all emo and sulky and really need to hear the sound of someones voice with no question and no explanation. You could just call them and hang up. Even after hearing that questioning. That longing sadness in their "Hello?". I settled into bed last night … Continue reading that caller id is a bitch…
words: of love and longing…
Of all the sentiments humans have learned to express through words, love and longing may be the ones to which the most time has been committed. Love notes. Songs. Poems. Tales of woe are often the flip side of a tale of love. And then you have your chick flicks. And the greeting card industry. … Continue reading words: of love and longing…
words: a name…
I don't know how old I was when I realized that my dad's name is Bob because even after I knew that to be true there seemed no reason to say it. To all the world he was Bob. Well, there were a few people who called him Robert. And his mom calls him Bobby … Continue reading words: a name…
words: the four letter variety…
Four letter words get a bad wrap. Head. Duck. Beer. Mush. Blog. All fine perfectly respectable words. All containing four letters. No more. No less. Yet four letter words have a well known reputation for being bad. Nasty. Dirty. Wrong. Baby is a four letter word. As is word, love, like, high, good, nice, cake, … Continue reading words: the four letter variety…
words: sticks and stones…
Words are funny little things. From "I" to "Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilico-volcanoconiosis" each word has meaning alone and within the context it's used. Sometimes they're used to communicate information. Sometimes they're used to raise people up. Sometimes they're used to tear people down. Words can hurt. Sometimes those words get away from us. A joke is taken too … Continue reading words: sticks and stones…
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