James, who is more often on breakfast duty than I am, has been wanting to invest in a larger toaster since Calder started gumming bread in the morning, which was, notably, not yesterday. These…
1. the light on these leaves. {and the rainbow, too.} 2. this spray bottle. {rescued from a neighbor’s recycling bin.} 3. this ice water. {and the others.} 4. the degree change of this cabinet.…
This afternoon I added two more 10-cent shoulder hooks to the back of the wardrobe in our living/dining/everything room. I’ve had these hooks in my tool box for months and I’ve had three different…
1. this nail brush. {for getting under the world’s grimiest toenails (not mine!!)} 2. this crinkled tube. {and the tube-wringer that got it this way. can’t even describe the satisfaction.} 3. this leftover mask…
It’s a habit shift, it’s apartment progress, it’s baby proof in a family where the youngest baby is a walking, talking two-year-old calling her dad…Jimmy. It’s a stainless steel water dispenser, otherwise known as…
Last week I gave away my jammed up sewing machine. It unceremoniously ground to a halt a few months ago and though I took it apart and put it back together again three times…
1. finding the perfect liquid measuring cup. {after two years without one.} 2. this stack of scraps. {waiting to be turned into something else.} 3. this ruler. {for helping me out.} 4. this basil.…
It already feels like full-on summer around here, but the roses remind us of the month it is. Across the street an elderly neighbor has been tending to her immodest beauties. I’ve yet to…
1. this kid. {eight years old.} 2. this rose. {for blooming right on time.} 3. this sewing machine. {and deciding to let her go and hunt for another}. 4. these totes. {lined up just…
Faye turns eight today. In fact, I’m writing these words at the very minute of the morning that I first held her tiny, bird-like body in my arms at St. Luke’s hospital. That minute…