Rollie

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 →

The Gulf

I watched my children play in the sand while a storm came in, never quite reached us, but left us a rainbow that spanned the trees and the beach and gulf, all the way to the horizon. I listened as my children discussed whether the pot of gold was in the forest or in the deep blue sea, and where… Read more →