Can you hear it? The quick notes pick up speed like a rooster in a fight with the rain. His frustration is building – doot, doot, doootdoootdooot! and his cries towards the dark clouds that are keeping the sun from rising persist – ddddooot-doot-doot-DOOT!
An ugly coat. Big, puffy, and turquoise. Like deep sea glimmering turquoise. Its mass engulfing my sewing machine like a giant squid ready to squirt copious amounts of ink. I tackled it. I ripped its stitches. Took out the broken teeth that captures its prey. I hunkered down and pulled it taught willing the fabrics…
Okay, okay, the name of the cafe is a work in progress. Neither Savannah nor Ryder could agree, so a compromise was made. Welcome children to the highs and lows of committees. “Let It Go Freeze Hole Cafe” was mounted over the lunch dive spot nonetheless. $5.00 each was given in various coin amounts into…
It was 1993, I was nine years old. I had entered the 18th century John Greenhow general store in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia. The wide plank hardwood floors squeaking beneath my small boots, my hands clasped in anticipation. I was overwhelmed by the spicy smells of pine, cinnamon, and my favorite – lavender. I picked up…
The Mini Macks have a little secret. They have their very own Science Lady that appears like Cinderella’s fairy godmother whenever home schooling days with me get a little boring. Bring out the bubbles!