Monday, August 23, 2010


I have a thing for cute little boys...
with big ears and funny clothes.  
What can I say?

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Tangled Spaghetti

I'm just so impressed with an essay my niece recently wrote that I had to post it.  Great imagery!

Tangled Spaghetti
By Marloe (Age 11)

When I was little, there were worms that dangled in our kitchen.  Red worms swarming over a lump of brown mud in a bowl.  The bowl and the worms and the lump of mud were in a cross-stitched picture hanging above the stove.  When I learned to read I made out these letters beneath the bowl:  "Life is a bowl of spaghetti".  Those worms weren't worms; they were spaghetti.  I imagined myself rummaging among the twisted strands of pasta that symbolized my life.  There were more words, "every now and then you get a meatball".  That mud was a meatball.  I saw that meatball as a tremendous bonus you might get in all those spaghetti strands of your life.  It was something to look forward to, a reward for all that slogging through pasta.