delicious, moldy, rotten pumpkin

Nothing says cornucopia like a furry, rotting pumpkin on one’s front porch. Daily the squirrels nibbled the tasty morsels, and … More

Eight nine ten

October 25th was the last moment I had enough uninterrupted time to write here. I have a feeling even this … More

Day four of preschool. Mimi’s weeping now elicits my handing her to a teacher and running for the door. Last … More

This afternoon presents me with a rare treat… sleeping daughters. They have actively denied me and their tired selves the … More

Finally the rain has come. It has almost rained for weeks now — big, heavy gray clouds laying low in … More