I Guess That’s Why They Call it “The Blues.”

The thing is, I forgot to put on my pants.  This oversight, in context, may be understandable. Or, I may be experiencing early onset of a degenerative condition, so I’d better make haste and get this story told. While I remember it. First, a question: Have you considered the one skill you wish you couldContinue reading “I Guess That’s Why They Call it “The Blues.””

Their Rooms Are So Small

I never saw it until this afternoon. The three of the four are grown and gone. But they were home last week, albeit for 24 hours, so I braved their rooms for a mom-clean. You want to hear something awful? A part of me is relieved that I don’t have to clean everyday. That myContinue reading “Their Rooms Are So Small”

Pox Party!

Once upon a better time, the 1970s, there was a terrifying plague threatening all the land. Staten Island. Also Brooklyn. Maybe other places but the extent of this fairy tale is limited to the scope of a very limited narrator. The narrator was a third grade student, whose flat world was limited to the farContinue reading “Pox Party!”

There is no “conceit.”

What? – I don’t answer my husband. I continue to give him the stink eye. What did I do? – We are three seasons into This Is Us and he still hasn’t figured it out. I sigh. TBH he hasn’t “done” anything, this time, unless you mean exist in contrast to EVERY MALE character onContinue reading “There is no “conceit.””

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