My neighbor has a perfect dog, a dog so trustworthy that my neighbor unclips the leash from its collar (even though our town has a leash law). That dog walks two front yard lengths ahead of my neighbor, ambling in and out of everyone’s lawns. Is it wrong to wish I could catch it just…
My family was not a dress-up-at-Thanksgiving type of family. We were all chopping and stirring and mixing and saw no point in wrecking our perfectly good dress clothes. On Thanksgiving days, we wore our comfiest, stretchiest loungewear…until Thanksgiving 1983. A few weeks before turkey day, I saw an outfit in the window of Watson’s Department…
Reduce jealousy look at your view – swaying trees! house finch on a limb outdated sofa scuffed hardwoods need polishing (but hydrangeas bloom!) no open concept fraying rugs, ancient cupboards (out back, a creek flows) Insta-worthy home? No, but French windows frame your verdant, velvet lawn
Here I am trying to track as many birds as possible. We want to beat the county that shall not be named. Go to the App Store, download eBird again, round up my binoculars, look for the tell-tale signs: mulberry splotches on the pavement bushes rustling. So what if I’m a novice? Early birds may…
Write it down write it off off the list to do mail package pack a lunch lunch with friends to do power walk walk the dog dog-ear page to do buy iron iron dress dress it up to do call doctor doctor plants plant a tree to do book the trip read the book time…
Six o-clock ante meridiem I rise if only so the long day can s t r e t c h like a country road languidly before me
I failed a calculus test, high school junior year. Failure was a furnace. Red blotches crept up my neck. Heat burned behind my eyes. I studied for that test; there would be a curve, I reasoned. Surely. After class, I sought solace. “How’d you do?” I asked. My friend’s mouth looked funny… secretive, sad. “B…
Yesterday, I ate “Life-changing Salad.” The recipe wandered into my Instagram feed late one sleepless night last week. I thought I’d taken a screenshot of the ingredients; but the next morning when I scrolled through my camera roll, I realized I must have dozed off without getting the pic. I did, however, remember the promising…
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How I hate a sticky floor! (mopping up, a hated chore) What leads to the sticky spots? Glasses sloshing juicy blots. Fizzing soda, flinging bubbles causing all these sticky troubles. Powdered sugar, just a dusting turns from sweet to quite disgusting. Squelchy, squeaky soles of shoes play a tune called “Sticky Blues.”