He was my first baby – now thirteen months old. His hair was brown, his eyes were striking, his grin was quick. I thought he was perfect.
I found that the words distracted from the images, and the images from the words. Which post speaks louder? Does it depend on who you are?
Take a chunk of meat and cook it over open flame, drizzle it with the best of barbecue sauces until it’s sizzling and moist and just the tiniest bit burnt…
Forty or fifty years ago, someone who lived on our property planted blueberry bushes. Here’s how our family enjoys them.
You can do the math yourself: eight people + one dog + two tents + cooking all our own food + preparing for hot or cold weather = one impressive and daunting list of stuff to pack.
Held in warmth and darkness, the embryos await the light
Grow whole and plump out of the broken
Push their rumpled heads out of the night