
Why do kids spend an hour kvetching about homework that takes 20 minutes to do?
Socks. Where DO they disappear to?
Lots to feel grateful for: the sun shines (at last); my friend M is kicking her cancer to never-never land; a friend illustrated a story and his work made me cry, it is so perfect (you'll see soon); my crazy day job is a job; busy-ness is much better than the alternative; and look, my poem, on page 160 of the 2013 POET'S MARKET.
What are you wondering?
Peace...