Why Are You All Muddy?
As a Kindergarten class assignment, G was asked to create her own book; a book based loosely on the children’s story Charlie, Why Are You All Muddy?
Her version is so utterly hilarious that I just have to share it. No profound thoughts on war in Iraq or Memorial Day heroes; just a five year old’s [...]
Madmarriage Day Camp – Any takers?
By Jane has made a great suggestion…one I hadn’t thought of and am delighted to entertain. She has suggested that instead of bellyaching about just how terrible the summer will be, I should actually plan each day as if O and G were attending day camp. Excellent idea, By Jane. I’m excited about this. MadMarriage [...]
summertime
Perhaps a blessing or maybe a curse…My whole damn family is up so early these days – now that the crows jeer and screech at 5 a.m. and all manner of avian exuberance has broken out by 5:30 – that we are dressed, fed and playing outdoors by 7:15. Seriously, my children were out [...]
A fine faded shirt
Happy Ten Years to Me and My Better Half
I wrote this poem for My Better Half before we were married. We were college roommates and secret lovers among a household of five. And we’d stop attending classes or parties or doing much beyond just wallowing in each other’s affections whenever we could find a quiet [...]
Rejection encore.
Oh foot fungus, Oh blast, Oh bother, Oh BU admissions officer – You Bitch…
There. That’s better. Now I’ll explain.
Yesterday I finally got around to fetching the mail. After receiving my rejection from BU’s writing workshop back in April, I’ve grown a little lazy about the mail. Days and days go by, the mailman patiently [...]
Try a little tenderness
This week My Better Half and I will have been marinating in our own juices for ten whole years. Marinating? Did I say ‘marinating’? Why, yes, I borrowed the phrase from a seven year old who, while writing an essay about two dogs who like each other very much, informed me that when two people [...]
I know you are but what am I?
I’ve been memed, or tagged or whatever this blogging thing is that I am thankful for because it allows me to come up with a post without having to think too much. I like thoughtless posting.
According to Slouching Mom who has passed the baton, the rules are that I must reveal things about myself [...]
May the Road Rise to Meet You
I’ve been thinking a lot about Slouching Mom’s post on Riding the School Bus. I read it right after packing up my own brood and sending them off to ride seatbelt-less across town with a guy named Eddie at the wheel. (I think I’ve explained before that Eddie is a 40 year old man who [...]
Gardenias (fiction)
(in case y’all have been wondering what I’ve been up to…writing. Writing fiction. Here’s another short story for your perusal.)
Gardenias By The Front Door
By Carey Cornwall Ezell
Kate Adams was just about to shower when her husband began to rattle the knob and pound at the door. She wondered what made him feel warranted in [...]
no more jokes about arsenic
In talking to a faithful blog reader and friend today, I ascertained that I have caused some consternation. He made me promise to refrain from posts about poisoning My Better Half if I plan to indulge a prolonged silence immediately afterwards. He worried that I had stewed that marmalade with arsenic and served it with [...]
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