Tiller

A Good Birthday

I will do a post for Tiller’s birthday this coming week. Right now, I don’t want to take time out from this wonderful day. Early October on the lake is the absolute best. Cool for coffee on the screened porch and birdwatching. Finished The Exile. Warmed up and the kids swam while I continued reading my book club book. Fished… 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 →