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[...]