A Close Study

One time Stockton and I visited friends in South Carolina. Their adorable newbornish baby fed about every two hours. Near some bottles on the granite countertop, I noticed a piece of paper and a pen. “What’s that for?” I pointed to the items. “Oh, baby brain. I’m so tired I can’t always remember the last…

Taking Cover

Alright, I confess, I hate them. Those pale, flimsy fabric bonnets. Why would anyone speaking for themselves wear one? When I would watch Little House on the Prairie, I didn’t understand the point of wearing the brimless, lacey ones. No refuge from the rain. The dust was not deterred. I figured hair ribbons would have been…

The Jaws of Strife

Living with a disability means unexpected complications pop up like tulips in the spring sunshine. But, disability doesn’t own the market of inconvenience. Problems are part of life. I was at work the other day updating accounts and preparing lawsuits. I remove staples by habit as duplicates are required in a legal office and staples…

Coconut Toil

Everyone reading this has a spa. It’s called the bathroom. Take a warm shower, use an aromatherapy soap, apply a face masque. Spend two minutes on Pinterest and realize how many ways people can waste, I mean spend, time smothering themselves with Three Simple Ingredients in the morning. Unless of course you’re in your spa…

When Filing Cabinets Attack

My office sits on a street corner busy with city life. It’s an older building with quirks. The aged, narrow plumbing clogs, the electrical wiring fails, and we need a wi-fi range extender to maintain reliable cell coverage through the thick concrete walls the original tenant, a bank, needed. So I’m not surprised one of…