For several years, my little sister had ballet on Saturdays, and while she was dancing, Mom went fabric shopping. They’d be gone all day, eating out at a restaurant together. These were the best Saturdays of my youth, not...
Read MoreThe giant yellow flowers in Gramma’s garden are taller than I, with rough faces, dark brown, wrinkled. Their fuzzy stems stand thicker than my thumb and I‘m not allowed to touch, do not touch, do NOT touch, do not, stand here...
Read MoreThe boy looked like Chris Pine, and his name was Derik; he liked another girl. He’d chase her around our school’s grassless playground, she’d scream. It looked fun, so I joined. Another boy started to chase both of us girls...
Read MoreMom’s in the pantry, shaping dough, thick and caramel-brown, into doll figures. They’re like gingerbread men but fancier, because they’re girls. All the shapes are round and smooth, sturdy. Two cookie sheets, side by side, are...
Read MoreForm HPD-252-A. Witness Statement from Dr. Tonya Meiers. I first met Rick Anderson on my flight to the island of Oahu from Seattle, three days ago. It’s true that both Mr. Anderson and I booked the same hotel, and it’s...
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I’m doing a day of laundry. Again.
But also I think I need to smash and smoosh some clay tomorrow. Maybe. I’m not sure.
Read MoreIt’s FRIDAY. The 13th.
I can’t remember ever feeling this happy that it’s Friday. I am SO ready to do almost nothing tomorrow.
As little as possible. Woo-hoo!
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