Belabored

Belabored

Thursday night, after 10, and we’re in the living room. Taleah’s folding her laundry. I’m editing old unpublished blog posts. (Might even post a few. Who knows?)

Taleah has just finished explaining why this particular pair of chonies is prone to give her a wedgie, and says with a smile, “You’re welcome for that information.”

She starts on the basket of towels at her feet. “I think this one is done,” she …

In Remembrance

In Remembrance

The other day I was walking out of Target when I noticed across the parking lot a gold Buick Le Sabre just like the one I used to own in high school.  My first car.  It’s been so long ago now, more than ten years, I’d forgotten how well I remember it.  But with just one glimpse, it all came back.  The feel of the door handle.  The smell of the seats.  …