Using a book broth base, adding the savory of whimsical observation, and stirring well.
Tuesday, December 27, 2016
I sit with my iPad open to the FaceTime connection to my brother, a view to his shirtfront as he unpacks his suitcase, holding my cordless, on speaker, in the other hand, while my mother speaks to him about the text messages she sent him about his safe arrival home from Christmas. Her first. I make faces at my small self, presented me by my iPad, upper left.