Saturday, my husband stood at the back door and called for me. Naturally, I ran at the sound of the Master’s voice. Okay, stop laughing. I did go, though, because he never does that. He had found a robin in the garden, entangled in a…
Month: April 2012
Tomorrow, the A-to-Z Blog Challenge returns with the letter H. Today, a poem: Muncie, Indiana, on a Fourth-Floor Hotel Room Window That Opens by Marian Allen Open–everything jumps a dimension. I can smell the particular perfume of the town, hear the clock-chime, alley-rattle, hiss of…
Best. Monster. EVER! I’m talking about the real Godzilla, of course, not the Matthew Broderick one. Although the Matthew Broderick one did have Jean Reno. Not that I make a fool of myself over Jean Reno, but my oldest grandson did give me a yellow…
