Merry Mayhem With Weapons…and Pink Eye

Can you find the Christmas cat?The days have been filled with coffee and sugar cookies and more coffee. They have been runny nose, ear infection, pink-eye days, but they've been decorated with e e cummings poetry, plastic ornaments and pine needles.On Monday I enlisted my mother to help me make Christmas sugar cookies. I have … Continue reading Merry Mayhem With Weapons…and Pink Eye

Because I Used to Hide and Cry

 When I die, bury me in candy. Maybe not in Crunch bars, but Butterfingers and Milky Ways. Dance at my funeral and comfort my bones with sweet things. Ignore the absence of dental work.Pay attention while you can, to the vibrant colors that make up the world. The flaming orange of the fall pumpkins. The … Continue reading Because I Used to Hide and Cry

Joy In The Ante Meridiem

I like to think God is pleased when we greet the dawn in a tricorn hat.  It takes trust to run at sunrise, with a whisk, in the autumn crisp. To be children of joy...Well, it's a tall order in today's world. It calls for a bit of surrender and a touch of humility.Sometimes kitchen utensils help. … Continue reading Joy In The Ante Meridiem

I’m A Celebrity, Mom: Photographic Proof

Rocket ManCandle in the WindBenny and the JetsTiny Dancerumm...Crocodile RockThat's all I've got. I just had to share another "Shel in Costume" moment. I don't know what is going on with this dude and dressing up, but I do know that I find it hilarious. I just go about my business, making peanut butter and … Continue reading I’m A Celebrity, Mom: Photographic Proof

When Two Happens

On the eve of his Birthday he danced in circles and laughed as he fell down. I watched him run ahead as we walked the Farmer's Market, and soon his face was stained with samples from cherries and strawberries. He shared a bag of mini donuts with his brother, who wouldn't share with his mother, … Continue reading When Two Happens

Waiting: Moral of the Frustrated Gardener with help from Edna

"I will be the gladdest thingUnder the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one.I will look at cliffs and clouds With quiet eyes, Watch the wind bow down the grass, And the grass rise.And when lights begin to showUp from the town, I will mark which must be mine, And then … Continue reading Waiting: Moral of the Frustrated Gardener with help from Edna

Major News That Matters And A Bunch That Doesn’t

So, since I have started receiving emails asking if I am alive still, I guess it's time to post. Please, don't call the police. Or, um, my emergency contact. I am still here. Alive, and well...alive.I had this poetic post written in my head, but then I fell asleep and forgot the whole thing, so … Continue reading Major News That Matters And A Bunch That Doesn’t

Because I Don’t Own A Foghorn

A week ago, I was here...And it was fourteen ways of beautiful and 6.3 ways of cold. I had a bowl of clam chowder alone and I stared at the clouds out the window. I listened to the sound of voices in a crowded chowder joint, disjointed and rushing, like the waves outside.The person next … Continue reading Because I Don’t Own A Foghorn

Some Snail Slurps and A Tree Frog

First the children got the cold. Quinten sounds like a chain-smoking waitress in a seedy coffee shop. If Sheldon and Quinten's noses entered the Boston Marathon, they'd come in first and second place. Yes. That's how fast they run. You're welcome.We've been surviving by watching Peter Pan over, and over and over. I yell "Stop … Continue reading Some Snail Slurps and A Tree Frog