More Flagrante, Less Delicto

Like many of you fine people, I appreciate a good dose of irony. In literature. In life. In Alanis Morissette lyrics. (Hey. Let’s not get nit-picky.) Still, there’s something a little bit ironic I can’t support when it comes to parenting. And that irony is this: The very act responsible for creating a baby becomes […]

Mother Knows Best

In my earliest memories, she wears a long blue robe and smells like coffee. My dad offers goodbye kisses to her, my little sister and me. Then he goes to work. He’s a high school Spanish teacher. My mother’s work is us. She is young, in her early twenties, ironing clothes in our den. Love, […]

Today call me peeved.

Today call me peeved. As in pets. But not Pet Peeves. (Like when people wait until the checker has rung up all their groceries before fumbling in their bags for a checkbook. And also people who write checks.) No, I’m talking about actual pets. Who peeve. (Although I hate the word peeve; but that’s a […]

Prompt

Prompt. It’s a great word, right? Who doesn’t love a single syllable that commands three parts of speech in six tiny letters? I suppose those letters are—in and of themselves—not necessarily tiny. But it felt right to say “six tiny letters.” And you know how some things just feel right? (Like ninety-degree pool water. Or […]