The Girl It is laundry time…we have to give up the big red wagon for a few hours while she launders the linens from the cabins.  Sheets and pillowcases flow…

THE GIRLFirst day of junior high and I am on my way. And there she is, Miss S. I knew she would beout on the sidewalk on her way to…

The Girl I see her mopping the kitchen as we play on the patio.  She is meticulous, maybe fastidious with her need for order and cleanliness.  And, I am amazed…

THE GIRL I see her as she suns herself, sitting in front of the low window, feet on the sill, dower house dress tucked between her blue lizard thighs.  She…

When I created my blog “Jomommasfancyflytes” I found that I gave my voice over to the author of the blog, Jomomma.  This name is one given to me by my…