Monthly Archives: September 2009

I woke, recently, to Gavin yelling, “Dog pile!” and leaping onto me.  A moment later, I heard his voice, muffled by the pillow, mutter, “We need more humans.”

That is one of the episodes that will make me happy for the rest of my life.  Like my… Read more

I have done some seriously stupid things.  Acid-washed jeans.  Crimped hair.  I threw a beverage into a ceiling fan at a party once, and showered everyone with beer and shards of glass.

On my seventeenth birthday, I caught my hair on fire blowing out my… Read more

The garden is producing zucchini the size of wiffle-ball bats.  They’re tremendous. Meanwhile, the tomatoes have climbed and sprawled and look gorgeous, bright as fireballs.  I thought Brooke had gone mad this spring when she dug up roots and brambles, rocks and glass, nails and… Read more