Friday, August 2, 2019

Mother's Day 1939

“Take out the crib and leave the playpen, Doc.
The diapers that I’ve got are wearing thin,
the oldest boy has rickets and the skin
on his little sister’s pale enough to shock

Our Low-Tide Romance

  We never invested in it, you and I so it never did go any further. Miles apart now, but no further apart than we were, we, who nev...