granny squares

October 1st is Mamaw’s birthday round an oval wooden table 7 kids and a cake, not a banana pudding she makes   dishwater hands soft and powdered with cocoa and chocolate roll flour or buttered like her nose by a sneaky five year old, mean as a snake but sweet to Mamaw when he wasn’t … Continue reading granny squares


every day I’m the grinch falling in love with Christmas and I don’t mind waking up just to make sure you’re still there, my present every day you are better than coffee from 49th Parallel even than fried chocolate pies oozing out the side goodness and more important than wearing mascara or matching socks I … Continue reading wonder

bad dreams

It was just an elephant with a flower to anyone who doesn’t think that something being mine is enough of a reason not to empty or take it Except there was a very small baby Too small for ceremonies or gender reveals But not too small for a place in my heart And without discussing … Continue reading bad dreams


Rowan has this game where she says something like “Mom, you’re my best friend…oh, wait”. Or “Dad, you’re my favorite Dad…..oh, wait”. Before she was born, I would do Kiwi’s voice, but after Rowan came along, Kiwi’s voiced kind of morphed into Rowan’s. Kiwi is the pug. Kiwi was my first baby, but after our … Continue reading typical


I don’t know what to think sometimes the air at school carries the smell of a dogfood factory ten miles away at a town we are just a community down wind i went to church with my little cousin and was reminded of little kid feet stink that particular odor that almost has a flavor … Continue reading above

baby star

(image courtesy of cherish  the stars if that means celestial beauty is squishy cheeks eyes focusing too close at pretties are star-crossed and wonder filled milky way a galaxy of chocolate with the best roasted almonds because we wish on stars for anything our hearts desire and dreams are born from giant explosions of … Continue reading baby star

flappy wings

flappy wings and little eyes that’s why I was maybe possibly late i tried to say goodbye quickly but her armies got excited and tried to lift off baby bird, littlest duck so I held her again, the way she molds just right against my chest her fuzzy head in the crook of my shoulder … Continue reading flappy wings