The call came in yesterday—there was to be a potluck lunch held at my husband’s office for a worker moving on to a new job. When my husband came home last night I asked him what he was going to bring. “What do you mean?” he said. “You are going to be part of the luncheon, so you need to… Read More

I hate sewing. Okay, hate is a strong word. My inablility to sew is more like a genetic flaw that I resent. My grandmother was a fine seamstress. My mother made beautiful quilts and was a prolific embroiderer. Me? Nada. The seamstress genetic pool dried up when I arrived on earth. I prick my fingers, tangle the thread into hopeless… Read More

The past few days have been hovering around ninety degrees. The last time I checked, the calendar says it is September. Ninety degree days are fine for those less moody states like Florida, Texas, and California, but here in Minnesota the warm days are doled out like ice cream in hell. We get confused when we don’t see our breath… Read More

I have class tonight and feel a bit floopy about being prepared. Floopy is Latin for “uncertain,” “nervous, “and many other definitions that the word floopy stands in for nicely. I’ve read the material more than once; I’ve made notes, and pondered the meaning of the work. However, I still feel floopy. If I could stick my finger on my… Read More

While the title sounds like a new food on a stick at the State Fair, I’m actually talking about Booker’s oral needs. He loves to carry found objects in his mouth when we go on walks. For awhile he was wrapping the leash around his nose and then holding the slack in his mouth. This was cute until we realized… Read More