Nothing says birthday like giant piles of crab legs. Yummy.
A little crabby
November 4, 2009
Day 253: September 14, 2009
The flamingoes were always one of my favorite parts of childhood trips to Stone Zoo, which is now but a shadow of its former self.
Think pink
August 26, 2009
Day 224: August 16, 2009
Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday dear me, happy birthday to me.
Enflamed
May 31, 2009
Day 147: May 31, 2009
because when what has been dormant,
meager or hardened
passes through the electric
of you, the fugitive scattered pieces
are called back to their nature–
light pouring through muslin
in a strange, bare room
Curtains
March 2, 2009
Day 56: March 1, 2009
Gasp. I seem to have just forgotten to post a picture yesterday before I went to bed. But I did take some, so here it is: Fran and John enjoying the Sunday paper.
What's a six-letter word for 'End of the weekend?'
January 15, 2009
Day 11: January 15, 2009
Things I learned at Jane’s birthday party this evening: My father will eat Thai food, 31-year olds shouldn’t do headstands and I have a pretty cool pair of first cousins once removed. Oh wait, I already knew that last one.
Happy Birthday to Jane!
January 10, 2009
Day 6: January 10, 2009
In the Shemkus family, it is generally agreed that I got most of my genes from my father, while my sister inherited my mother’s genes. One way, however, in which I do not favor my father is in the area of gardening. He keeps the entire household alive with green plants; I could kill a cactus in a week.
Today, a change in my tutoring schedule prompted me to make an unplanned visit to my parents’ house, where I found my father in the midst of his regular routine of watering, trimming and generally tending to the plants that line the windows of the computer room.
Dad's Green Thumb
