Let’s See If I Can Remember How To Do This

Did Valentines Day Feel Like Metal Prongs Being Pulled Out Of Your Body? Then Riley Can Relate. I’ve waited a week to write about this experience, because I didn’t want to descend into hyperbole (well, more than I already do – zing! – beat you to it), but time enough has passed now that I…

A Seasonal Sense of Loss

April may have been the cruelest month to Eliot but February is mine; the calendar, it snakes left to right, down and down like some intestinally-shaped hourglass before finally stopping here on the nineteenth. And here I stand, still squinting under the pall of grief, but the sun must be endured – it hurts my eyes…

Back to School with MOOV (Giveaway)

I hate head lice and nits. Our family has been-there-done-that many times. Look! I even wrote a poem about them! I used to be really embarrassed about infestations and rarely talked about the subject, unless it was a quiet word in someone’s ear: Um, just so you know … I’m not like that anymore, and…