*We played hopscotch in the back corner of the drive with chalk scraped into crooked lines and numbers distributed as best we could remember them from grade school math class. My cousin, holding the sunnier disposition, commenced to hopping. I sat with palms to asphalt, leveling on eye to the ground to scrutinize our work . The… Continue reading hopscotch & loyalty
Rain teased and fizzed my bangs into a ruffle-knotted mound of ugly across my forehead. The baby chose the tampon aisle as the setting for a dazzling display of toddler will. He grunted and kicked chunky sneakers which translated quite clearly into “Take your grubby paws off this cart, witch!”. And so it was that a… Continue reading Honest to Goodness, my Badness.
The smell of baby powder and Bengay floating through the air. The air, confused just as all visitors, is hot and stagnant, unable to breathe or roam without the swift kick of an air conditioner. Floral patterns hug plaid and hold hands with toile. The olive-green carpet wags its shags atop and in between your toes, offering comfort… Continue reading Be Nice or Leave…and with that I’ll make my exit.
We enter adulthood with years of lessons and sayings bundled in a knapsack. We perch the stick over our shoulder, checkered Bag-O-Life Skills dangling behind, and march ahead, confident that comfort and knowledge are securely stashed close by. It would behoove us to open the knapsack daily, evaluate which lesson fits where before we come to the… Continue reading Only the Cleanest Stick & Lightest Stone
I am chipping at a block of frozen cookie dough because I could not find the jello. And because we’ve lost a dear member of our family. When I learned the news of her passing, I betrayed my Southern roots and cried like a baby. It is protocol to shake one’s head and say, “God bless… Continue reading Funeral Salad