jinxed toast

FOR THE RECORD: I haven’t burnt toast this badly in years, at least the smoke alarm did not go off, the toaster was on the correct setting (in the middle) but didn’t pop up in time. I ate one, tossed one and made more toast that was “just right.” I jinxed myself by mentioning my long ago burnt toast mornings at Art Circle on Thursday night. I got cocky. Thought I had making toast figured out. Lesson learned. Humility. 

January 17, 2016


At 10:30 a.m. this morning my youngest son and I indulged in ice cream. Don’t judge. The M&M bowl was for him. I’m in full on Mom Mode today. First, I ate the two unwanted heels of bread toasted, with my over easy egg. THEN, I scooped strawberry ice cream into my bowl, after carefully just dishing chocolate and vanilla for my sweet boy. Doggone neapolitan. The ice cream aisle was sorta bare that day…

February 9, 2013

breakfast food analogy

I am toast
and not the pretty golden brown
evenly buttered kind
I’m stuck in the toaster
charred beyond recognition
crumbling burned black toast
evidently when my day starts at 4:30a.m.
by 6-something in the evening I am done
not worth much
by almost 7:30p.m. I am toast
actually those crumbs in the bottom if the toaster
I may be in bed before the children tonight
unless I fall asleep on the backyard chaise
where I have the dogs leash under a leg
to hold it in place
and I am stretched out fairly flat
my eye lids at half mast
there are dishes
clean ones to unload
pots and pans to do by hand
laundry to fold
more to move around
from one machine to another
but something’s burning
beyond done
charred to bits

today is the day

today is the day

that chemo starts again

not for me

for him

I am writing about burnt toast

and brightly colored socks

because it’s easier

to be chatty

about breakfast

and strands of cotton

than the unknown force

that six months of chemo

will be in my husband’s body

we all feel the apprehension

inside this house

we go together

at 12:30 p.m.

today is the day


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