My Dad and Mom get divorced. My Dad gets remarried. We invent banana shrimp pancakes.
Category: Treasure Island
Nightmare Sandwich
Nightmares are terrible. Sandwiches are amazing. Mother Earth deserves some time off.
Now that Kids have Corona!
The virus matters for the elderly, too, not just rashy little kids.
Lymph nodes
My cat broke my lymph node.
The First Blog, the First Test
These are the tests: global, personal. Not math, thank goodness.
The language of “homeless”
To this day I am tickled that years ago, in a coffee bar in Amsterdam, my own dealer/seller suggested that I stop smoking my beautiful first ever marijuana serving. We had smoked less than ½ of one joint.
Maybe anorexics in quarantine with family do the dishes more frequently so they can chuck their uneaten food in the trash before others have time to notice.
Chocolate in a Pandemic
That pasta will probably be there indefinitely, unless the pandemic “shelter in place” lasts like five years. Have you ever tried gluten free pasta? It’s disgusting.
Defrosting
We defrost our freezer. We eat soy ice cream. I invent Cobweb toilet paper.
Raising People
Never sell your instrument.