Happiness. It's relative.
These are my new shoes. I am wearing them with socks to break them in. When I wear them, I walk like Frankenstein. They might have been cuter in the picture because, of course, I buy everything online. I hate actual shopping, except at… Continue Reading “Sunday Shoe In”
You know how every girl you ever knew was in Girl Scouts? I was, too. I remember the uniform and the sash, especially the sash, because I’d get new badges and, if my mother was in one of her too bummed out to sew… Continue Reading “A Book Club of One”
Hello. I am Swirl. I ate part of a Covid test today. Just the package. I got interrupted before I got to the swabs and all the apparati. Or accoutrements. I get them mixed up. I have eaten money and, you might be surprised… Continue Reading “Swirl’s Chewed Things: Self-Awareness”
Swirl has a thing or two to say about South Dakota Governor Kristi Noem shooting her dog, but he’s too busy pacing in anticipation of the big storm that is coming. He just can’t sit down long enough to collect his thoughts. Earlier today,… Continue Reading “Swirl’s Views on Cricket’s Demise”
Zoom meetings I have to chairHave me pacing here to thereAll the faces in little boxesScare me down to my purple soxs Nervous nose runs but many tissuesKeep me focused on all the issuesCamera-off spectators love to lurkSwim by themselves in the chat murk… Continue Reading “The Zoomies: A Rhyming Poem!”
Hello. I am Swirl. I can hold a paperback book of hopeful essays and poems written by very nice people in my teeth ever so gently until I can get to my bed to kill it. That’s how I would carry a puppy child,… Continue Reading “Swirl’s Chewed Things: Legacy”
Where and how do I start? Swirl. The amazing Swirl. I’d like Swirl to understand that wood is not a food, that he shouldn’t stand at a tree and chew on its branches, that digging for wood chips that are wet and soggy and full… Continue Reading “Swirl Understands What Tastes Great”
Hello. I am Swirl. I am being called money hungry. Maybe because I ate sixty dollars, more or less, last night. I ate part of another twenty, but I was too tired and full to finish it. It took a long time to get… Continue Reading “Swirl’s Chewed Things: The Economy”
The mouse was in the garbage disposal. That’s right. There was a live mouse in our garbage disposal. I called my husband and then walked out the front door. “I’m leaving. Do you want a pair of gloves? You can’t turn it on. Oh… Continue Reading “Squeaker”
This weekmarked a new era, a permanent changein my being as a person on the earth I bought a belt. Two belts. One black and one brown. Just like a man. Now my pants don’t fall down, they staywhere I put them so I… Continue Reading “Belted”
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