Family Category
Roots
Posted on April 6, 2020 5 Comments
A golden thread runs between my mother’s garden and mine. Earth beneath fingernails carries legacy and heritage.
The conversion of cat people
Posted on February 6, 2020 6 Comments
There hadn’t been a dog in our family in my living memory. When I was a baby, there was Johnny – a pure bred bitser[1], a beast of the most patchwork genealogy possible, a hotchpotch of canine genetics that tested the limits of hybrid vigour. But he was a myth, a legend, a story drawn from […]
How to make an espresso
Posted on December 19, 2019 2 Comments
How to make an espresso: Not really about making coffee.
Quit
Posted on November 6, 2019 7 Comments
YeahWrite #447 Microprose: an object you are (or your main character is) happier without in 47 words
An inconclusive list of things I’ve learned from having a puppy in the house (again)
Posted on September 12, 2019 8 Comments
Tiles are a godsend. Carpet accidents happen. Despite your best efforts. Money spent on a good carpet cleaner is never a waste. Reading instructions and learning the proper use of your carpet cleaner is time well spent. Puppies (like teens) eat a lot. They will eat pretty much any everything. Puppies have two speeds; full […]
My friend, Bear
Posted on September 5, 2019 1 Comment
When a dog died in an early reader children’s book, we were not okay.
How not to make my father’s sardine achar
Posted on August 6, 2019 2 Comments
How not to make my father’s sardine achar — on forgetting and remembering a death anniversary
Silky Sidney
Posted on March 7, 2019 2 Comments
She pinched off a piece of the tiny banana between the tips of her fingers and thumb. Sun-ripened and sugary-sweet, it was harvested earlier that morning from one of the many banana plants in her sprawling, verdant, over-planted garden. She mashed it meticulously, breaking up large chunks so there would be no choking hazard. Then […]
The queen’s entourage
Posted on February 21, 2019
“Rani!” The call goes up from a young woman behind the counter.
One by one other staff members take up the refrain till it reverberates through the cavernous interior of the pet shop, an echo inside a cave, the opening strains of The Circle of Life
