“Jesus is risen!” as they say in church, and I’m still stuck down here with a hundred gophers, in the little house that used to be a Wienerschnitzel.
The other shoppers can’t figure out why the checker is laughing. It’s affecting her scanning somewhat. She’s one of those people who jiggles when she giggles.
My grandbaby is all the things I am not. She is new.
Easter is voile dresses and flowers in the kids’ hair. This year, it's also these amazing Ukrainian eggs.
This creature … this scion…this legacy. Miss him so much his very first Easter away.
At my age, I need to stand in the kitchen with someone funny, shoulder to shoulder, cutting carrots. With her.
Mom overfed everyone she loved: her husband, her dogs. Oddly, we kids were very thin. Shrug.
This burrito is still cooking a little in its foil as I carry it home, the flavors melding, the molecules marrying