jAZZ HANDS
I remember living in West Seattle, going to the gym, running home and eating a sandwich, then going to Bank of America to make a deposit. The teller laughed at everything I said. I was charming. I was vibrant. I was unstoppable. I distinctly remember jumping in my car, high on my ability to communicate […]
MICE BITE
My son was rewarded in August, 2018, for some now-forgotten accomplishment, with a snake. Actually, I’m certain the accomplishment had something to do with school. We’re not big “…get an ‘A’” people, so I know it wasn’t grades. I’m sure it involved him overcoming his resistance and general disdain for school. Or something. In his […]