Donuts and coffee at the kitchen table, the morning light streaming into the breakfast room, and another half hour remains before we have to leave for church. Bill has the latest issue of the Independent Weekly before him, and I see there in the table of contents that this issue holds a review of the […]
Read moreEvery year I shed you like a skinto fall to the ground and be scattered by the windbut I know you’ll keep coming backyour grand entrance like some aphrodesiac and I love to watch you exit the scenewalking away in slow-motion in your dirty blue jeanssomething about you just loves to walk awaybut I don’t […]
Read moreAfter going to bed Too Late last night After waking up at 5:24 and getting up at 5:43 and reading the story of the parting of the Red Sea After showering and dressing and feeding the kitties, after setting the table for breakfast and tidying the kitchen and writing notes on napkins After fleeing the […]
Read moreThis is Emma Grace and her friend Gillian and one of our kittens, Smokey, who is wearing (in case you can’t tell) a Terrible Towel. And to the party we attended tonight, Bill and I both wore our Palamalou jerseys, and Bill also wore Will’s Steelers ball cap, under which he wore the Palamalou “wig” […]
Read moreA friend shared a story with me– years ago now– about an incident with her (how old was he at the time?) two-year-old son. She, like me, was at home with her children all day and they, like mine, enjoyed a snack from time to time. He was, it seems, very fond of cookies. Or […]
Read moreSorry, folks. I’m much too tired to tell you anything that’s buzzing in my brain tonight. But it’s been Days since I posted, so here’s a little something from Bill, newly arranged with my Shakespeare magnetic poetry on the front of our refrigerator: I did belch with much vulgar vehemence. But it’s Shakespeare! Sort of.
Read moreI realized not too long ago that I’ve always wanted magnetic poetry. You know what I mean, don’t you? Those little white magnetic rectangles that have only one word on them, and you put them on your refrigerator (or locker or filing cabinet) and arrange and rearrange them to make poems. I had played with […]
Read moreIt’s been Quite A Semester. Really. Truly. And I won’t go into it now, because I’ve gone into it so many other times before. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, I’ll leave it to you to read Other Posts. If you do know what I’m talking about then, well, thanks for hanging around. […]
Read moreSo we’re not clothes people, Bill and I. I will admit to wanting to be: I admire a well-dressed person– man or woman. I do, in fact, love clothes. But apparently I do not love them enough. Because my wardrobe, like Bill’s, seems to be perpetually Behind in the style department, always a little Lackluster. […]
Read moreWe haven’t had rain here in Durham in a long time. A Long Time. We forget what it sounds like; we forget what it looks like. We are restricted on watering our lawns; we are restricted on washing our cars. We think twice about running the dishwasher. I have parked a pitcher under the bathtub […]
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