This is what I've got to share today. A kitchen sink. Some bones in the Crockpot. Smooth jazz coming through the earbuds. A Sunday off is something to appreciate.
August is a girl who doesn't really hope for nor expect much more from her life than what she already has.
I was reminded of an earlier walk around that other graveyard.
You appeared wrapped in light
What I wanted was an apartment that included, among other things, a washer and dryer.
Every new year comes in with the promise of new and wonderful things. We make resolutions to be better in myriad ways: more compassionate and more charitable, more active and healthier, more informed and more productive. But sometimes the new year arrives with the unexpected. How do you continue life--at at any time of year--without … Continue reading New Year Changes
Down South in the past, Sundays were the day when families gathered for the biggest and best meal of the week. There would be fried chicken and mashed potatoes or pot roast and rice and gravy, and maybe a coconut meringue pie for dessert. Here in El Norte de Mexico, Sunday still is the day … Continue reading Eating Together
I am here at a local school where I am to sub for a colleague who teaches English here. Class is to begin at 8:00 a.m. It's an exam day. It's 7:50. There's no staff here yet. I try to put myself into the mind of my coworker. I see her coming in the gate, … Continue reading Subbing
I don't usually write poetry.