On top of your refrigerator:
Let’s climb on the counter and find out. Hmmm…stray Jelly Bellies, my grandmother’s rolling pin, Hebrew language flash cards, crayons, specifically ‘timberwolf ‘ and ‘burnt sienna’, dust.
On your wall:
No particular wall is specified, so on the bedroom wall are two stained-glass windows, two shelves holding art by Marvin Hill (Protector, Artemis, Hestia, Hecate,
On your feet:
Only the birthday shoes God gave me.
In your pockets:
Left pocket: a rabbit carved from green Connamara marble and a gold filigree heart with a diamond from my grandmother’s wedding ring. Right pocket: plastic bit from a toy and a business card from a man I’ve never met, with a note scribbled on the back addressed to me saying,
‘Wouldn’t an Uncle Nick’s
gyro taste good
right about now?’
And oh God is he RIGHT!
On the radio:
Carly Simon: You’re So Vain. Fitting.
On your TV:
Dust. Three NetFlix discs. A remote missing its batteries.
On your mind:
Lots. Specifically: how well the sale is going, invoices I need to send out and keep putting off, how tired I am, whether or not I want to venture out tomorrow night, and Mr. Clowncar’s revisions to my manuscript. Generally: Sex, God, music, bits and snips of stories, am I a good mom?,