Taking Care of Mama Bird

For the last two years, a bird has made its nest under our front stoop.  A cardinal, I think. The male flaps about the yard in his bright red plumage.  The female, quiet and dull brown, sits upon her nest. Opening the front door is enough to scare her off the stoop and onto the … Continue reading Taking Care of Mama Bird

How Bad Times Become Good Memories

I never used to like to hold babies.  Not even my nieces and nephews. I didn’t trust myself.  Too fragile. Too pukey. I could just imagine the tiny little human spitting up all over me, at which point I would involuntarily toss the thing across the room, giving it some kind of traumatic brain injury. … Continue reading How Bad Times Become Good Memories