At 8:00 in the morning, I’m getting ready to leave the house with the girls to go on a walk. I’m in a hurry–the walk is more for me these days than it is for them. Sometimes I leave the rest of the breakfast on the table, even if I know it teaches the cat… Continue reading Hiroshima
Category: Stories
The Broom Closet
Growing up we had always had interesting folks living with us. I have seventeen aunts and uncles and eighty-four first cousins, so the odds are we were related. One of my dad’s brothers had a particularly strong penchant for serendipitous travel and not quite settling down in one place for too long. He’d decide he… Continue reading The Broom Closet
Eating Donuts on Nochebuena
Growing up, we had an unofficial tradition in my family of eating donuts on Christmas Eve. It was mostly my fault, because I have a serious thing for donuts. How serious, you ask? Well, I earned the nickname “Donut Queen” at my last two jobs, for one. I could easily clean out the box on… Continue reading Eating Donuts on Nochebuena