Christmas cookies taste like security. When I was growing up, my grandmother made sure all of our festive cookie needs were met with a dash and panache of silver and…
Tag: <span>childhood</span>
There’s nothing that requires patience quite like a kid four-years-old or under with shoelaces. Is it only my kid who insists on wearing her running shoes everywhere for every occasion…
“My shoe touched a poison mushroom and my hand touched my shoe and I put my finger in my mouth.” Her eyes are pinched. Her face pale. She sucks on…
“Orange is Daddy’s favorite color.” Never before has the period more fulfilled its duty in delivering a declarative sentence. In her mind, this statement is final, irrefutable truth. Daddy’s favorite…
Peace. Quiet. Alone. I failed these words on my last vocab quiz. I totally forget what they mean. Especially in the context of the bathroom. Are you with me, moms?…
She writes her “e”s backward. And usually her “3”s. Her “S”s are centipedes curled in concentric nests. She’s not concerned about these departures from accepted writing. I’m trying not to…