Remembering Jean no-bake cookies cooling in the kitchen an accordion in the garage fireflies and a strawberry patch between

Have you ever noticed how signs point out the obvious? “Lane ends.” Yet no one says to them, “Yeah. Duh.”

Nailed the Mom Olympics when I dug a splinter from my daughter’s finger with the post of my silver earring.

Did I tell you I brought the wrong cat home from the vet? Second-guessed myself until they called me back.

The sun falls down touching this tree that tree but not that tree playing favorites in a lullaby of light

The happy red tram climbed a blue sky and a green mountain where the children fed chipmunks peanuts by hand.

This is how they wrote, Eudora, Flannery, Tillie, Tracy– that’s right. I used their first names– from their front porches.

I took my first pregnancy test in an Arrowhead Stadium bathroom. My cousin–my brother’s girlfriend–took one next door.

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