by Paula | Mar 25, 2021 | Poetry
Odd, to see the queen of hearts float by the foot of the cellar stairs as water rose and my first thought was to wonder about the other 51, the sodden box for a deck nowhere in sight until three days later when the basement dried to a kaleidoscope of flinty brown,...
by Paula | Mar 25, 2021 | Poetry
Someone has to haul all our crap up hill, make appointments, cancel, reschedule. Make excuses. Cover when the son’s face goes red and blotchy, nose stuffs up. Or, more alarming, he shakes in a warm shower, shakes under the quilt, shakes out the words I’ll be all right...
by Paula | Jan 17, 2021 | Blog
Home means more now that we shelter in place. What could it mean for a family when an adult child returns home to live? Indefinitely. Last March the world changed in many ways and we’re all still reeling. Jobs shifted or disappeared. One result was the return of our...
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