At Least They're Committed

My kitchen counter looks like a drug store, a small catch-as-you-can pharmacy. D is coughing upstairs — he has a very dramatic cough — he’s soaking in the tub so he should be comfortable by now. Last night he was feeling so poorly we took him out for menudo. Tonight I’m making jambalaya: onion, garlic,… Read more

Hell! I thought I’d made up a new word, but it’s in the dictionary with a *slash* between it and femininity and I don’t agree that they’re anything alike because you can be female and not the least bit feminine and the word femality is also reminiscent of ‘fatality’ and that seems much cooler. I’m not… Read more

Many mornings I stand by our weary blender and watch through the glass as little by little the collection of spring greens, yogurt, berries, whey and water slowly twirl and mix near the bottom at first then, slowly, higher and higher. Depending on what berries I’ve used, the mixture turns darker pink or blue flecked with green as… Read more

It’s Saturday evening and when I opened the door to my room I had meant to head downstairs for some semblance of dinner, but instead I heard, “Oh crap!” from one of the three 15-year-olds — the one I gave birth to — and then the sound of his footsteps running up the stairs, his… Read more

He looks a lot like Giles from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, so in my head that’s what I call him. He rides the same bus I do and once when I was walking back from the Denver Capitol I saw him walking into a building that was one block southwest of my own. Wearing tans… Read more

Having a difficult time getting into the book on Alaska and its mysteries last night while the boys watched “No Country for Old Men,” I defaulted to the “Chicken Soup for the Animal Lovers’ Soul” book my mum bought me for Christmas years back. I’ve only read a story at a time over the years… Read more