This is me 35 years ago propped up by a pumpkin and sitting in front of a couch that’s draped in a blanket to protect it’s fine flowery 1980 fabric finish.
The eye patch tied in the early Halloween ensemble.
When you’re an adult, the government also likes to take fun pictures around your […]
What makes you great, they asked?
And quite frankly, the answer was quite simple.
It is was makes you great and you great and you and you and you.
It’s being here.
I’m the only left handed Kimberly who hates chocolate and loves P!NK and […]
I was seven or eight when my papa had passed. The wake was a long and grueling three catholic days of prayer and strangers and old Avon smelly lady people with thick lipstick coming to kiss my cheeks and pull me up to the coffin to see him.
“Look at your papa. Doesn’t he look […]
There was this one time when I was four.
I wore my Mamie’s reddest of red lipsticks and remember my mom carefully dusting my cheeks with the brightest pink blush and I couldn’t stop laughing because the white feather’s on my outfit tickled my armpits.
And that night, I walked onstage without them — […]
Every once in a while I can hear the distant laughter from a party in a neighboring yard, a family giggling as they pass by the front of my house, my dog’s bark just because, and my phone dings from way, way, way, inside my house, but mostly, it is quiet outside.
And I am […]