When Joshua was two weeks old, Stewart walked in to the room to find me laughing, baby in arms, laptop open in front of me. I had been in that dreamy first two weeks where nothing really exists except babies and food – ya know, cuz you’re feeding another human. This was the day I…
I came across this photo that I took when Joshie was just a couple of months old. He’ll be ten months old in a couple of weeks and I don’t have to bore you with my where-does-the-time-go cliches, I’m sure. The truth is he got really sick at six weeks old and that was one of…
“If you just throw them out, may I have your chicken feet?” I asked, the fall air crisp between us, the other shoppers milling about with their farmers market haul. “Come again?” he answered, clearly unsure of what he had just heard. So I repeated myself, explaining that I would use them to make broth… to…
Golden sunshine streams through the Eastern window and I hear the milk pale swing from its hook. Boil water for coffee, chop potatoes for the skillet, and wrangle Joshie and Ruthie into chairs. Breakfast is later and later in October, in accordance with the sunrise. Stewart set aside a couple of roosters last night so right…
