Things are a funny way to relate to people, especially in the absense of the people themselves. My little girl is so close now that I find I’m having trouble seeing her beyond… Read More
I’ve accused previous years’ zucchini plants of trying to hook my ankles with their tendrils and yank me down into the canopy, and there’s no reason to suspect less treachery from this generation.
If I started knitting this cardigan today, I’d be finished in July. Maybe August.
The UPS guy keeps bringing these tiny, vintage polyester pants to my door. The only possible conclusion: my daughter wishes to spend her childhood dressing like Barry Gibb on a date.