I am 10 and in a rare moment, my father takes us to Carvel for ice cream. I love their soft ice cream that swirls out of a machine. I choose vanilla, the flavor of sweetness and my mother’s apron on baking days. Continue reading
Woman in her prime is most in need of a family. Why, you ask?
It seems her own family, who heretofore have been contentedly living in San Diego and providing a stalwart emotional support system to said woman, have upped and left the state with not so much as a by your leave. Continue reading
Last night after Henry’s appetite was satiated, thanks to a dinner of salmon and rice, and after a rather pleasant constitutional, the Cavalier King Charles Spaniel rested idly on the couch. With all the reverence I could muster, I said this to his Highness, who without any question, descends from royalty:
“Master Henry, as I am heading to the country soon for a long, relaxing weekend, would you be so kind to post a blog in my stead?” Continue reading
It’s Grand Central Station around here, what with these trains of thought going through my head. Of course, I’m happy to regale you with a few, so join me at the depot for a spell. We can kick back and I’ll order us some refreshing lemonade, spiked with you-know-what. We can then watch these trains go through my head. Trains of thought, that is.
Someone said to me, upon hearing my age, Continue reading
So, of course you pick up the pace and scramble home, trying desperately to hold on to that thought because it’s got the makings of a fantastic first sentence. You scrunch your eyebrows, trying to concentrate on that thought and lock it into your brain so you’ll remember it perfectly until you get home and can write it down on a piece of paper or on your computer. And all the while you’re saying to yourself:
“I can’t forget. I can’t forget. Please don’t let me forget.” Continue reading