community helpers wear many hats.
May19
when i was little
my neighbor
went with his family
to visit
the painted desert
far away
in
the exotic land of
arizona
i was so excited for him
and a little bit jealous
and
i ran to his car
when i saw them
return home
as they
pulled in the driveway
he jumped out
yelling
‘i have the best souvenir in the world!!!’

it was
beyond my expectations
a miniature version
of this stunning desert
all under glass
in one place
i had
never seen
anything like it
there must have been
at least
a bijillion
or more
grains of sand
of all colors
and i was in awe
of its beauty
it felt like
i had gone there too
kind of
and then
we had an idea
it was brilliant
‘let’s shake it up all together and see how pretty it is
and then we can sort it out again,
into all of the layers and colors.’
the first part of that idea worked
the second part
the part where we sorted it all back out
didn’t go quite as well
and we looked at it
and each other
wondering
what happened
amazed
how the sand
could shift
so quickly
never to be
the same again.
—
experience is simply the name we give our mistakes. – oscar wilde
—
image credits: googleimages, nationalparkservice
when my girls were young
we went on a matinee date
to see a dollar movie in 3d
everyone was so excited
then came
the popcorn and sweet treats
the movie started
the cardboard 3d glasses
got bent
kept coming off
i finally used their barrettes
to attach them
right to their hair
greasy popcorn hands
made smears all over the lenses
sticky candy stuff
got on their hair
it got tangled
there were spills
the movie was bad
at least one started crying
no one could see
out of their magic glasses
there was
a lot of
loud whispering
it was not
exactly
what we expected
but we had
our own
very exciting
real life
3d action adventure
right in our little row
none the less
and that’s
a heck of a lot of entertainment
for just a buck.
—
a mind that is stretched by a new experience
can never go back to its old dimensions.
– oliver wendell holmes, jr.
—
image credit: google images
there was a time
years ago
when there was not much money
but lots of imagination
and my three growing daughters
and so
the special casseroles were born
along with their legends
jewel of the sea
(tuna, old noodles, mushroom soup, peas and crushed potato chips on top)
‘it’s what the mermaids eat.’
cluck-a-doodle-doo
(same as the recipe above, just sub in chicken in a can for the tuna)
‘the crunchy bits on top (stale potato chips), are the special part of this secret recipe. it’s what the farmers eat.’
cowboy roundup
(cut up leftover hot dogs, beans, cheese, ketchup, mustard)
‘it’s what the cowboys eat on the trail, during the big roundup.’
just mix everything together
make something new out of them
turn them into a collage of food
give it all a name
create a story
bake it for a while
until it bubbles
scoop it out
eat until full.
‘yes, you can mix green beans, onion soup and ketchup,
it’s one of the most popular casseroles in the world.
not everyone gets the chance to eat this’
and we ate
and we were full
though there was
a bit of rebellion
and some questions
and organized sentinel duty
at times
‘let’s take turns standing by mom when she makes the chili.
make sure she doesn’t put anything weird in it.
don’t leave her side for a minute.
you’re the youngest, you go first.’
yet we all lived to tell.

happy mother’s day
to my three daughters
who are all now mothers themselves
and wonderful cooks
and to all of the
other mothers out there
and those who now have
or have had mothers
and mother figures
in their lives
may you always find a way to feed your brood
with creativity
with whatever food you have
and
with much love.
——
images: googleimages, pinterest.com