“Please tell me your dinner fantasy,” I told Ming. “Ok, dinner fantasy. So there’s this table. And Bunny is at one end of it. He has a napkin tucked around his neck. And then there’s you, at the other end of the table, with a fork…” “Where’s you!?” I asked. “At the other end of… Read More »
“Yeah, better than if you were leaning over the railing to see a sealion, and your glasses fell off, into the water. Plop! Then a sealion came up wearing your glasses.” I was giggling at this fantasy, as I told it. “I’d be like–hey, cute sealion! And then I would turn into a selkie, and… Read More »
Here’s a new poetry meme. They comfort me to make, and they’re kind of addictive. Speaking of addiction. I thought I had been addicted to cigarettes, long ago, and then I learned chocolate–I was using chocolate to help myself recover from being social. We would get ready for the Sacred Peace Walk every spring, which… Read More »
Sweet potatoes are a favorite food of mine. But long ago, they were a yuckie confusing holiday anomaly. Please consider my tale of change and delicious nourishment. Thanksgiving Sweet potatoes were a nasty overly-sweet dessert Mom made on Thanksgiving. Or no–we were supposed to see them as a regular food, on the table not after… Read More »