Yesterday’s House

We weren’t planning on looking at houses yesterday, but this one seemed so amazing, we felt like we had to rush out to see it, in case it was the one.
And I have come to believe that houses have their own personalities, that some are like grandma’s, quoting bible verses at you on the bedroom [...]

More Sunday Morning Sadness

Though not on the same magnitude as that poem, this is the second bowl of this fancy-pants raisin bran we bought and I’m now convinced that there are no raisin in the box.
Which makes me sad when I go to eat it, but the more I think about it, the funnier it is. 
Why go to [...]

Sunday Morning Heartbreak

For me, a poem has to have tiny, twig fingers that easily slide into my soul without too much work, but then spend all morning prying something open I meant to keep shut.
This is the perfect example of that.