Monthly Archives: August 2010

Leftover pancakes make great afterschool snacks.  This morning Ivan didn’t feel like eating eggs, first time in 2 years he has declined the spinach and feta omelet that has become his staple breakfast.  Good thing, too, cause I was down … Continue reading →

 Yesterday was Ivan’s first day of freshman football practice.  When I picked him up afterwards, my six-foot-five-inch, two-hundred-sixty-five-pound fourteen-year old, my sweet boy, all dirty and sweaty, grumbled to me that he did not want to play football anymore and … Continue reading →

I like to wear red when I’m bleeding.  I like to wear my long, red,  flowing, soft, thick cotton skirt that hugs my body gently and flares out at the bottom, the one that gets too long if I wear … Continue reading →

Mismatched, clean, colorful towels drying in the warm afternoon sun.  Washing machine churning away at the load of laundry Ivan brought from his dad’s house.  Chock full of cat hair.   A juicy purple plum has me typing with one hand.  English … Continue reading →