Month: March 2015

Metamorphosis

It will come as little surprise to those who know me well that I have historically been something of a social butterfly. Admittedly, I don’t flit from party to party quite as often as I have done in years past, the social torch having been passed to my daughter shortly after […]

OCD

The salt from a French fry             Litters my palm, The scent of onion             And pickles                         And burger grease                                     Soaks through the bun. A bushel of napkins,             But the smell still lingers; There’s no hot water             No […]

Lost in Space

So, of course you are asking yourself… “Where has Mother Hen disappeared to?” Ok, so you haven’t.  That’s ok, I don’t mind… everybody is busy, and my tiny slice of the blogosphere is but a speck in the great, wide universe, a dark, shining space teeming with other […]