Sketches of Grey Submarine / Mornings /Daddy

It didn’t matter what time we got up, really, for Daddy was always up earlier. His bear frame and grizzly mustache would be found in his chair by the big window, watching the sunrise, and his even grizzlier voice would crawl deeply out of the den in a quiet, “Well, good mornin’ pumkin’”. ┬áKissing his…

Roots

It’s a wonder to watch Mama keep house. It’s a legacy in itself to watch her bustle and fly about and have time to kiss every child of hers that passes through a room. She pauses to drink a cup of chai in the kitchen and beam over her people. I realized as she did…