All Creatures Great and Small and Dead

So there I was, after 3 fast food meals, 7 days away from home, and 12 hours on the road, scrubbing owl poop from every carpet, tile, couch, pillow, book, table, counter, and LEGO in my house. My kitchen smells like a pet store. This owl's Santa game sucked. My living room smells like an…

In Which My Cooking Knocks Some Socks Off

"If you could do anything -- forget intelligence, physical skill, money, or talent -- if you could do whatever you wanted and it would work, what would you do?" my mom asked. I sat on the periwinkle painted iron gliding bench thing, the kind that leaves weird designs all over your thighs when you wear…

The Eyes Have Had It

I'm just as sick of saying/typing/thinking "The Pandemic" as you are. So, let's call it something else. Like, Jessica. "Are you alive?" Jessica has wrecked a lot of stuff. We don't need to list them. I've lived on islands and in deserts much of my adult life; isolation isn't the problem. While I've had a…

Home is Where the Art Is

It hasn't been the best year, but I can honestly say I've had worse. However, 2020 wins for Grossest Reoccurring Question in the Fishburne House : "Why are there still slugs in my kitchen?!" * The Little House, by Virginia Lee Burton, was one of my favorites as a kid. I was a huge believer…

Let Me Eat Cake

I figure I have about 4 hours before the next episode of Welcome to Hell: 2020 begins and I'm sure you've been wondering how I've been processing all of this, so let me assure you: I'm fine. There has been a lot of cake. For my birthday in March I made my favorite cake. Our…

We Put the ER in Peter Pan

It's Lent and we're all giving up stuff. Work, birthday parties, school, playgroups, more than one package of toilet paper in the cupboard at a time, confidence in our government, overseas visits from family anticipated with joy and excitement... There is a sudden deficiency where there was once abundance. And we don't like it. I…