Ratty Sweaters

She comes to me from a world beyond In dark, smirking comedy A reminder of a time that is past A black sweater shall not be her remedy I am my mother’s daughter it seems. I hang onto clothes that are comfortable, no matter the condition. The clothes that envelope me in warmth and security, like a blanket in the hands of Linus and the black sweater my mom hung onto in her nineties. It took me over 20 yearsRead more

Yes, it’s me!

I ordered the usual chai latte with coconut milk at the drive-thru the other morning. I had to wait a bit for two cars ahead of me. When it was my turn, the cheerful, young lady opened the drive-thru window and proclaimed, “Oh, I thought it was you!” I suppose the many Saturdays of ordering a chai latte at my favorite coffee shop has left an impression. I am “that lady,” the one who orders her chai with coconut milk.Read more