Quotidian: daily, usual or customary;
everyday; ordinary; commonplace
This is why I have no flowers.
Tempera paints, a board, straws, and an imagination.
Because there’s more than one way to sit in a chair.
The best gift of all.
When I was called down to supper, there was zero trace—ZERO—that the kitchen had just been filled with five hungry people cooking a meal and yelling at each other.
(Well, zero expect for the candle-lit table set for dinner.)
Adding up her work hours.
Fighting with, I mean, FIXING, the car.
This week’s game of choice: it’s like Monkey-in-the-Middle,
but in this version the monkey gets a trampoline.
My children document their disobedience.
This same time, years previous: pointless and chatty, 37, the skirt, chocolate birthday cake, a jiggle on the wild side, ciabatta, stream of consciousness: a list, butterscotch cookies, ballerina daredevils, and peposo.