I get sick to my stomach every time someone on television says the words, ‘……and Paris Hilton is going to jail/was put in jail/just got out of jail!’ because within a fraction of a second, the air swells with the sounds of cheering and clapping. All those people, cheering together because why? Someone got their [...]

Sometimes, I get a look at those baby toes (like these and these) and I want to *Chomp!* Joe will be looking over my shoulder and I’ll actually say ‘Chomp’ out loud and he’ll give me this look that clearly says, ‘There is something WRONG with you, woman!’
I can’t help it. Baby toes are delectable [...]

People keep coming in the house, looking this way and that way, checking out the dining room where fifteen miscellaneous projects are arranged carefully, clockwise, around the table. They walk towards the backyard, sniffing over the dishtowel, crumpled, next to the coffee mug from this morning and the plate half slick with remaining egg yolk [...]

To the guy on the freeway, in the carpool lane, who was sitting next to a straw hat propped up on the headrest and a blanket wrapped around the seat to simulate shoulders - you suck and you aren’t fooling anyone.
But, those blossoms are sure pretty, aren’t they?