And we’re back.
Still sickly, but didn’t stop my mother from making photos of us with the self-timer.
Day 112 | Do you know why a raven is like a writing desk?
I’ve been drinking a lot of flavored tea with this cold. This one is raspberry which is spelled with a p. I like the way the tea ink seeps into the sugar like a puddle pushing along the sidewalk.
Day 113 | World Book Night
A giver came to the teen center and now we’re reading Ender’s Game for Book Club. Does anyone out there adore this book?
Day 114 | What is it like to be a woman listening in the dark?
I do a lot of art in art class. This week, I made a pop-up card of lovers dancing in the moonlight.
Day 115 | Wuthering Heights
Reading Anne Carson’s “A Glass Essay.” It’s linked in my Short Fiction 2012 page. Everyone should read it, she’s fabulous. And she’s a classics’ professor – I never even took a classics’ class.
Day 116 | Seriously, Mom?
Weekly cat photo.
Day 117 | Like Mother Like Daughter
My mom is so cute, people. She wanted to take photos because she was wearing a necklace my brother gave her and she wanted to prove on facebook that she’s been wearing it.
Day 112 | Stopping to Smell the Roses
How pretty is my momma? A vibrant, and gorgeous redhead at [age undisclosed].
