Forgot the onion at the checkout isle,
And doubled back as it began to rain.
The Monday chili wouldn’t stand a chance,
And rather to be drenched than you complain.
The grocery store was bright Continue reading Forgot the onion
My mother used to embarrass my brother and I when we were kids—just by being loud, or provocative, or just being herself. When she passed away, my brother was really broken up about it—we were sitting on the couch, in our house in Florida. We were on the back patio, which was really beautiful—enclosed with french doors—that looked out onto the ficus tree and lake: (which had alligators, Continue reading She’s Still Alive