“EB not know how to fix this bracelet.” It’s today’s tempest in a teapot. A flimsy plastic purple bracelet (“Hey mom. This EB’s fav-0-rite color.”) has had the audacity to…
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When I met Big Friend, his wardrobe relied a little too heavily on tapered, stone-washed jeans. Or the jean’s “Sunday Best” friend: the tapered, pleated khakis. (And I married him?…
His fingers. My nose. Her self. Aaaarrrrgh. I can’t do it. I can’t limit myself to just six words. See? Here I am rambling on, belaboring you with the curse…
Last night found me stalking bull frogs around the perimeter of a neighbor’s pond. My feet squelched in grass boggy from regurgitating the over-abundant rains of the past week. Little…
It’s hard to ignore the meteorologists’ long-faced reports on the weather state of the union: floods gobbling up Mississippi riverbanks while the parched throat of Texas gasps for a sip…