Wacky Wednesday: Round Trip
Round Trip by a very jet-lagged, very tired, shouldn’t-have-read-the-Poetry-Edition-of-O-Magazine-on-the-plane, Mama Pea Full luggage, Stuffed With new sunscreen bottles and crisp sundresses. Off to try things I’ve never tasted: Arizona sky, Desert flowers, A thick pool of fudge pudding. No time to wade, I’m ready to drop my towel and jump into the deep cocoa abyss. My cold spoon cuts away in sharp, even strokes, Savoring every bite... Read More
Pickle Problems
Lulu’s now sick, it’s worse than you think, She was up all night, slept nary a wink. A sniff and a cough, a fever, some moanin,’ ‘Twas Pea Daddy’s problem, I took melatonin. This morning she woke up, her throat had a tickle, She needed some soup, she wanted a pickle! Pickles can heal, pickles stop tears, Eat one with a friend, raise a pickle in, “Cheers!” I looked outside to the cold, the cloudy, the raining. Lulu laid on the couch,... Read More
One to Grow On
Grown inside. Growing. Outgrown. Ingrown. (Yeah, sorry about that. Really, really sorry.) Grower’s Market. Grown-ups!!! Locally grown. Organically grown. Overgrown. Growing debt. ($24!) Growing on me. That’s right. Growing on me. Grower’s Gazpacho 2-3 heirloom tomatoes 2 stalks of celery 1/2 of a bell pepper 2 t. minced garlic 2 t. soy sauce or Bragg’s liquid aminos 1/3 c. packed fresh basil 1 t. dried... Read More
A Couplet to Cobbler
Brownies are wonderful, cupcakes okay, but for a party on a Monday, one week after the month of May, I wanted a berry cobbler. We started the day with dancing and fun, some tap and meteorology rolled into one, behind the clouds, there hid the sun, so we made a berry cobbler. We started with blackberries, they ate a few, some were sweet, some tasted like pooh, Out went the black, in came the blue, Into our two berry cobbler. Black and Blueberry... Read More
The Living Room Floor
Sometimes we sweat on the living room floor. I lost a bet on the living room floor. We dance to some tunes on the living room floor, find unexplained spoons on the living room floor. Sometimes we beach on the living room floor. We often teach on the living room floor. Perhaps conceived on the living room floor? Somebody peed on the living room floor. We laid a sheet on the living room floor. Tonight we did EAT on the living room... Read More
La-dee-dah-dee, We Likes to Party
I couldn’t bring myself to take the night off, so I’m going an old school on you. Yup, it’s poem time! Gigi was up, so bright and so early, Her hair looking crazy, her hair looking curly, You’d think it was Christmas, there’d be no more waiting, She grabbed her new unicorn and paints for painting. So what if the candy she’d earned now was gone, Save for the Reese’s that Dad shared with Mom. I still wanted... Read More
