It is a good thing I stuffed my jingly clothes in a sparkly bag and left it in the back of my wardrobe.
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Found: something I wrote for my mother when I became a mother
I was complaining about a photo album that I had inherited. I said to my son, this is not mine, really, I inherited it from my mother when she died. I told him, "her friends made her this album when they gave her a surprise party for her 65th birthday. It is mostly pictures of … Continue reading Found: something I wrote for my mother when I became a mother
The Birds and the Bees
Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo A cool grey morning after the school bus pulls away and I am sitting on the cold damp rocking chair on the porch, Sipping lukewarm tea. Watching the crows yell information at each other; They keep a beady eye on me as they eat our breakfast crusts. The blanket on the chair was precious, … Continue reading The Birds and the Bees
Notes from a Sinking Isthmus 