My daughter the V-meister has a fantastic memory. She recalls a lot of very specific things that happened a long time ago and which I frankly sometimes wish she’d just as soon forget. “Hey, Mama. Remember when I was two … Continue reading
Lately I’ve been obsessed with trying to catch birds in the act of flying in the wrong direction. Specifically, north instead of south for the winter. So far I haven’t been able to bust even one flock and frankly, I … Continue reading
The other night I went in to check on the V-meister and just as I bent down to kiss her forehead, she popped her eyes open like a ventriloquist’s dummy and scared me clear out of my wits. I vaguely … Continue reading
This morning as he was leaving for work the P-Dawg mentioned that his favorite shirt had lost a button and wondered if I would be so kind as to sew a new one on for him. And I was like, … Continue reading
As a high school junior, I realized my three-bucks-an-hour babysitting gigs were no longer cutting it to procure the things that really mattered, like sweaters from the Limited, Wet-n-Wild lipstick, and used cassette tapes from Repeat the Beat. I was … Continue reading
