I don’t remember having a “blanky,” a “binky,” a “dolly,” or any number of “fill-in-the-blank-y”s growing up. Sure, I had my stuffed animals, but I never needed them to fall asleep at night. All I really wanted was a goodnight kiss, an open door and the assurance that the Slime Monster (Ghostwriter, anyone?) didn’t exist….
Archives for May 2010
Remember – {Strawberry Rhubarb Pie}
I don’t remember much about her, I think solemnly as I gently tousle the impressive leaves clouding my sight. My palms are buried deep in my sleeves as I search, crouched low to the ground and tossing my hair occasionally to sweep aside my growing bangs to simplify the hunt. Ruby red or bright green;…