We Will Call Again.

In the refridgerator is the following:   Half a jar of peanut butter.   A quarter of a gallon of milk.   Twelve stale crackers, soft enough that they would not snap but gently surrender.   The sharp tang of soiled nappies,   A sheaf of letters pinned to the refridgerator, with big red letters … Continue reading We Will Call Again.

A Good Deed

Donna pulled into the parking lot just as the song finished on the radio.  Getting the kids to daycare fed, clothed, lunches packed and on time seldom left her time enough to see to herself.  When Sam had been around,  it wasn't much different, but he did, on occasion,  help dress them or at least … Continue reading A Good Deed