It was my husband's birthday last week. His favorite dessert that I make is red velvet cake, although rhubarb dream bars and any kind of pie are not to be sneezed at. I usually make the cake sometime around Christmas, but last December I decided a lot of things were less important than my sanity… Continue reading Things I Have Learned from Cake
Category: Memories
Elephants, and Friends
It's been kind of a rough day. I've spent a lot of time trying not to cry, which is exhausting and, at least for me, ultimately futile. I have no dire news; nothing has happened to me or my immediate family. But one way or another, a lot of people I care about are in… Continue reading Elephants, and Friends
Sicky, Sicky Boy
Elias was home sick from school today. (He’s fine. Also he’s not contagious.) I took him to express care and let the chatter in the waiting room wash over us without taking much of it in. He sat next to me on a Naugahyde loveseat and burrowed into my armpit. I reached around to rub… Continue reading Sicky, Sicky Boy
Seven
Seven years ago, in the evening, I was leaving a board meeting for a chorus I was singing with, and my cell phone rang. It was our caseworker. "Baby was born," she said. She'd called the house a couple of times, finally rousing Paul from sleep for a confused conversation. He'd managed to wake up… Continue reading Seven
Daddy Eggs
For breakfast this fine holiday morning, we had a bit of nostalgia. As Paul and I lolled in bed at a shocking 7:00 AM (remember, this is a man who rises daily without an alarm at the inhuman hour of 4:45), he said, "Ugh. I don't feel like making breakfast." He does, most days. He… Continue reading Daddy Eggs