WW – Two years ago…

Memoirs and the twisted tyranny of our memories

She crawls into my lap and asks, “Tell me about when you were little.” And I reply, “I used to only play with trucks and blocks, never dolls. I used to love to eat the jellied top off tinned ham and watch grilled cheese cook in our old stove on the far wall of the…

Getting on top of the NITuation*

So, we’re back to lice again. I’ve been putting off writing this one for a while. What’s it been? Two months? Three? No, four months. Four months of on-and-off hell. I will get rid of them for a few weeks and then they’re back again. Twice I took Keira in to the hairdressers to get her…