Yanamama

A trip to the store was just an excuse. I knew that as soon as I tapped the accelerator and my car jumped forward, as eager as I was to eat ...

Written 2007, revised 2015 My Darling Husband takes great pride in being a logical, reasonable, and efficient person. He's also, well,...

It is the last Sunday in July. I know this only from a phone call with my mother last night. It is Mountain Fair weekend in my home town, an...

Every once in a while a word flies into my head, fluttering in desperate circles like a moth against a lighted pane. Most recently it was du...

The wind is sighing through the trees, through my heart. I am alone in the dining room as everyone sleeps. The sun glows through promising c...

We play games after breakfast here. Uno. Cribbage. Qwirkle. Waterworks. Dishes can wait. The work list is discussed (there is always work). ...

The to-do list is growing shorter. The hedges are trimmed, roof leaks sealed, mower repaired. I unwrapped beds and aired linens while my hus...