Monthly Archives: January 2012
Tossing Nuts Out the Window (Making Friends With Crows #11)
While driving my 11-year-old to her before-school chorus class, I spy a solitary crow atop a telephone pole. I keep a bag of roasted, unsalted peanuts in the car so that if we see any crows while we’re out, I
Tossing Nuts Out the Window (Making Friends With Crows #11)
While driving my 11-year-old to her before-school chorus class, I spy a solitary crow atop a telephone pole. I keep a bag of roasted, unsalted peanuts in the car so that if we see any crows while we’re out, I
the girl in the hat- a portrait
This year, John’s annual Christmas work party was at Teatro Zinzanni, a very fun dinner theater show in San Francisco. Of course, we all got dressed up for the occasion; I wore a 1940′s beaded blouse with shoulder pads, a
the girl in the hat- a portrait
This year, John’s annual Christmas work party was at Teatro Zinzanni, a very fun dinner theater show in San Francisco. Of course, we all got dressed up for the occasion; I wore a 1940′s beaded blouse with shoulder pads, a
Dirty Parts (Revised)
Her father doesn’t like to get his hands dirty. He’s more of a perma-press kind of guy with plastic in his collar and a sharp crease down his leg. The palms of his hands are soft and smooth as the
Dirty Parts (Revised)
Her father doesn’t like to get his hands dirty. He’s more of a perma-press kind of guy with plastic in his collar and a sharp crease down his leg. The palms of his hands are soft and smooth as the
goodbye & thanks to 2011
Ugh. *yAWn* {insert sound of creaking bones here} The holidays are over and I’m left with glut, bloat, and lingering guilt. Is this what January feels like? It’s been so long since I wrote I don’t know what to do
goodbye & thanks to 2011
Ugh. *yAWn* {insert sound of creaking bones here} The holidays are over and I’m left with glut, bloat, and lingering guilt. Is this what January feels like? It’s been so long since I wrote I don’t know what to do
