Numbering my Days
Follow me The week after the melodrama, we nearly always get sick. Because of this, depending on our level of misery, we may take a day or we might take…
Read moreFollow me The week after the melodrama, we nearly always get sick. Because of this, depending on our level of misery, we may take a day or we might take…
Read moreFollow me In the past few years, I have come to a startling realization, to wit: I am becoming my Grandma. The first time I canned tomatoes, and planted a…
Read moreFollow me Our fourteenth annual melodrama, “Say Uncle, Auntie Sylvia . . . or Trapped in a House of Fiends!” based on the script by Tim Kelly, is now one…
Read moreFollow me Amalia and I started making salads in mason jars a few months ago, determined to a. eat more salads! and b. to have quick lunches ready to grab,…
Read moreFollow me “Mommmmm!” Amalia’s voice issued from the sunporch-cum-temporary kitchen one day earlier this week, in an untempered, raggedy wail. In the living room, I dropped what I was doing…
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