remember when – a memoir for my daughter

It’s Memoir Monday, and this week I’m changing things up a bit.  Instead of writing about a memoir of my own, today I’m writing to my daughter in hopes that one day she will look back and this memoir will be hers: Remember that time when you were...

paint

We semi-circle the supplies around us at the table — newspaper, paper towel, the empty, rinsed out salsa jar filled with clean water.  Brushes, white paper. We are going to paint. And they start out doing their own thing, and then their eyes wander over to my...