Particular I am, about how to fold sheets
Angled into a square, or a rectangle but I
Muddle along realizing sheets, and life, don’t fold neatly because
Continue readingParticular I am, about how to fold sheets
Angled into a square, or a rectangle but I
Muddle along realizing sheets, and life, don’t fold neatly because
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When I bounced on my great-grandmother’s knee as a 1-year-old, she told me about the legend. She repeated it often; by the time I was 5, the story trickled into my psyche.
At that age, magic is still possible, so the idea that every 100 years a magical snowflake grants a wish to the person who finds it became fact in my mind. Continue reading
“I didn’t see it coming,” I said to Thomas.
I didn’t know Thomas. Well, not well. I’d just met him 35 minutes ago when I entered the bar. Alone. For the first time in my 54 years of life.
“You didn’t see what coming?” Thomas asked. Continue reading
I’m ambivalent about the scene at my front door.
Do I want them to come back?
And by saying “them” I don’t mean the parents. These visitors are the new generation. Yet they return to the scene of their parents’, ahem, indiscretions. I blush. I know the couple who came last year were monogamous. They met, they mated, and then they created a soft comfy home for their offspring.