Chicks Stay Tripping (Or, Why I Need Him)

I am a clumsy and accident-prone chick. Ordained before time immemorial. What toddler you know breaks her leg learning how to walk? My mother photographed me, knock-kneed, standing next to an ottoman with a purple cast binding my leg. I am reminded of this when I wonder why I walk into walls. It only gotContinue reading “Chicks Stay Tripping (Or, Why I Need Him)”

Coloring Inside the Lines…

My left hand won’t stop quivering.  Ambidexterity was never something I attempted to cultivate and my poor right hand is paying the price for my ordinariness.  Painstakingly, I hold the tip of the nail polish applicator over the cuticle on my thumb.  A hard jerk, and a wet blob of sea foam green blots theContinue reading “Coloring Inside the Lines…”