The stand that ended the propping-against-the-fruit-bowl era
For longer than I want to admit, our tablet's usual home while I cooked was propped against the fruit bowl,…
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A cup that doesn't ask so much of me
My mother used to say that too much coffee makes a person sharp in the wrong way, quick to snap,…
The little shells that get us through a Thursday
It was one of those evenings when the afternoon got away from me. Nấm had been clinging to my leg…
A red pot, a slow Sunday
It rained all of Saturday, the kind of grey that settles in and decides to stay, so on Sunday I…
The rice I keep going back to
Dear friend, It rained most of yesterday, the soft grey kind that doesn't really stop, just thins out for an…
A Hello Kitty for October
I was walking through the aisles of a shop we don't often go in, looking for Nấm's Halloween costume, when…
