Humor

Of Star Talkers and Cavemen

Tiller and I went to the lake on Friday, while Todd stayed home with Rollie for Sat. soccer. We got there late, so we went to Bojo’s for a late dinner. On the way home, driving back across the lake’s twin bridges, I heard her whispering, “You stars are so small. You must be very, very far away.” I love… Read more →

Creepy

I was tucking Tiller in tonight and she called out to me. “Mama! Come close my closet door!” I sighed, went back in, like every other night I tuck her in, and closed the closet door. “Why do you want me to close the closet door?” “It scares me.” “Why does it scare you? You know there is nothing in… Read more →

We Don’t Smell Other People’s Bottoms

I overhear Rollie telling Tiller “Smell my finger.” Having been friends with more boys than girls along the way, all sorts of alarms went off in my head, backed by a “Master of Puppets” soundtrack. (‘m looking at you. You know who you are. Coming out of your girlfriend’s house, when you went in to “see what was taking her… Read more →