Recipe for Numbered Days

Recipe for Numbered Days

Wake early. Make coffee. Notice the sunlight warming your shoulders through the kitchen window. Choose one album whose story you can follow as you putter: cook, start laundry, find a million dirty cups. Press play. Feel your shoulders, hips, stockinged feet begin to move. Pull your snarled hair up and secure. Smile at your reflection … Continue reading

Thursday

Thursday

And if I loved you Wednesday, Well, what is that to you? I do not love you Thursday — So much is true.  And why you come complaining Is more than I can see.  I loved you Wednesday, — yes — but what Is that to me?  — ESVM Oh, friends.  You heard me say, … Continue reading

Got That Fire

Got That Fire

For myriad reasons, I needed a break. Some privacy. A solo ride.  Naturally, I decided to drive to New York to make this happen. We know I don’t do things the easy way.     While I did really need to get the fuck out of town, the most valid reason I needed to leave was … Continue reading

Aftershocks

Aftershocks

A post in which I use a tired metaphor because my brain is tired and I can’t really think of anything else. If I were a geologist, I would have seen the earthquake coming. Unless it’s one of those disaster movies (why do I love them so much?!) where the fancy ass scientists don’t recognize … Continue reading

Miso Soup for One

I just gave the kids what they wanted and fixed myself my very own meal. Neither of the boys (one mine, one borrowed) are picky eaters, but 1. I didn’t feel like the production of cleaning my kitchen so I could make them a meal and 2. I wanted to let them pick as a … Continue reading

Storm Envy

Storm Envy

I am jealous of the disaster-level snowstorm that is now descending upon the mid-Atlantic. I, of course, know that big storms bring big problems, and that people and structures are put in danger because of these storms. I don’t wish that upon anyone. What I am jealous of is the stop-everything-gather-food-and-family-and-do-not-leave-home imperative. You see, I … Continue reading

Room of Requirement Potato Pancakes

 We ate these suckers hot out of the pan, burning our fingertips as we shoved them toward our faces. A mere twenty minutes earlier we were on our way home from school and crankily listing all the shit we needed to pack for our next stop. Colby was going to attend my evening classes with … Continue reading