Scrub, Scrub, Scrub

They say to pump perfume spray into the air and gently brush your body into its mist. Not me. After triggering a drizzle, I jumped into the air like a knobby-kneed gazelle, almost face-planting myself onto the bathroom’s cold tile. I guess what I’m asking is, is smelling pleasant worth a sprained ankle? Speaking ofContinue reading “Scrub, Scrub, Scrub”

A Special Lady

“The Teachings of Buddha” is read aloud on the bed next to me. By Evelyn, the two-and-a-half-year-old (don’t tell her I told you this) that can’t read. She’s dog-tired; from being snapped in and snapped out of the car seat, from tromping through slushy snow (she didn’t mind), and standing in frigid, send-you-hurriedly-back-to-the-car winds. HerContinue reading “A Special Lady”