Currently Browsing: Tera
I’m wishing my chicks were still this little. A post from 2005.
Just on the other side of my window, beyond the sage curtains I hung recently, past the doubled reflection of gold and green and red and blue lights on our 10-foot tree, I see the
“Cut my hair,” she says, with that all-purpose, pleading tone, the one she uses for popsicles and new shoes and just one more game of cards.
I don’t want to cut her hair. She’s twelve … almost thirteen, and that means she
So, if you haven’t noticed, we make soup a LOT around here. A lot as in at least once a week, and sometimes two. In the winter, that might bump up to three. It’s just amazing to me how easy soup is, and how just the addition or subtraction
I got a card from my not-so-secret pal a few weeks ago. She's eleven, blonde-ish, and creeping up on me height-wise. She lives in the bedroom above mine. As far as secret-pal duties go, she favors sneaking up on me when I'm working and giving me an impressively firm shoulder rub. She likes to bring me coffee when I haven't asked for it, and drop handfuls of Skittles or sour Starburst on my desk whenever she's in possession of a bag ...
She was sleeping when I began slicing onions and celery and a Granny Smith apple; when I crumbled one tube of maple-flavored sausage into my heavy black skillet, and stirred, and watched the heat rising in savory wisps.
She didn’t see the coming
Nice combo, don’t you think? Banana bread and roses … really, twelve of the most beautiful roses I’ve seen in forever. Tera brought them home from school. They were presented to her at an assembly when she was brought forward and