Tag: escape

  • What Mother Does This?

    Sometimes I look back on my childhood and wonder how I ever made it to adulthood.

  • More Puppy Produce

    In the past, I’ve written about my dog Quagmire’s uncanny ability to bring me foodstuff out of nowhere. Bananas. Watermelons. Peaches. An egg. I never got to the bottom of that mystery. I was kind of hoping it would come to an end once I’d moved. I figured, once the supply lines were cut, whatever,…

  • Unexpected Wisdom

    In times of confusion or grief or despair, my first instinct is to find answers. Often there are none, but it’s a reflex action to reach out to grab something when you’re falling. Usually I turn to books. At the scattering of my boyfriend’s ashes, a friend gave me a good one. “When Things Fall…