I attend a cookie exchange hosted by a woman I have never met. Two year old Maj has helped me make chocolate chip cookies. I am nervous as we park the car and walk to the door. I am not good at making friends. I am not good at being vulnerable.
I hold the …Whispered fingertips
A tale of two deaths . . .
On one of the girls’ last days of school, the bus is late dropping them off. Not that late, just ten minutes or so, but the bus is never late. And then the bus is fifteen minutes late, and I am beginning to worry . . …A Murder of Crow
Many people have asked me why we left Vallejo after so many years of loudly proclaiming how we were going to stick it out and make it work. Our move seemed sudden and unexplained, and some of my friends are still annoyed with me. So today (sans swearing . . . my father-in-law will …The View from Vallejo
Our house is surrounded by big tall evergreen trees. When we moved in, several of the neighbors came over to warn us that we shouldn’t leave our cars or our trailer out where the trees could get them. When the wind blows hard, they assured us, we would be sorry that we had left …Arachnid roid rage
Packing up our Vallejo house meant that I had to make a lot of decisions about what was and wasn’t important. I am usually pretty ruthless about clearing unneeded crap out of the house, but as I worked through the house room by room, I was reminded of a George Carlin routine in which …Boxes of NOT-ME