Wednesdays with Nadine

perched on the edge of a  chair the sterile color of my dry lips yellow glass of tepid water to the right two pairs of french glasses peer down expectantly across the table a pitifully thin blue binder of phrasal verbs under my left hand, i begin, “Alors, for example, if Obama…” “…Obama…Obama…Obama… mama…oh la la la!” As she blushes and leans back to pat … Continue reading Wednesdays with Nadine

February

While it comes involuntarily, slipping and sliding along icy paths is incredibly difficult to do. You have to squeeze your butt and your thighs together like a garlic press and venture out on itsy bitsy baby steps, tensing everything for the potential fall. Today on my adventure to the grocery store I must have been a sight to see: short black hair flipping everywhere, arms waving like … Continue reading February