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July 17, 2012
All in the Family
I grew up eating what was served to me. No one ever asked what I wanted, or offered an alternative to the salmon flopped on my plate flesh-side up, all pink and wet. Mom would leave the scales on the opposite side, so I’d have to flip it and slowly peel back its shiny, slithery coat. I’d curl my lip and wince.
May 7, 2012
The Perfect Flower for Mom
For a wonderful Mother from an appreciative daughter, I hope you see a little bit of you in this arrangement. I hope that I can be the Mother to Byrd that you have been to me. Happy Mother’s Day with love.
November 19, 2011
The Wish of a Feather
It wasn’t the first time he had seen me performing this surgery, so this was no WTF moment. He just shook his head and walked the other way. You see, my son seems to understand the oddity of my attraction to the plumage of birds. He’s seen their colorful feathers in specimen jars that line a shelf in my office since as long as he can remember.
