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.
This burrito is still cooking a little in its foil as I carry it home, the flavors melding, the molecules marrying
The ocean’s much too warm, the drinks much too cold. I really see no future for Hawaii. To me, it's just a fad.
I bought a white couch, despite 2 dogs and a grandbaby. Sometimes, I order out my disappointments, as you might a pizza.
I’ll hug my son just a tad too long. To me, he’s that great book you just finished and can’t bring yourself to put down.
Technically, this rum we were drinking was moonshine, and though most rum has a tint, a tan, a sort of teaky Caribbean lacquer, this one did not.
Soon, the clocks will change. Pollen will coat the window sills. The sun will blast the flowers, turn them into hard candy. Boy and girls will drop easy pop flies.