This is the weekend spring arrived. I spent yesterday, morning til dusk, rapping away on Harlow (my laptop) finishing an obnoxious twenty page case study (my last before becoming an RN, folks!). For boredom’s sake, I perched myself by the window and tore the corners of the plastic to let in spring air (real spring air dandied […]
Plainfield is a motley place with a reputation for pot and vegetarian pizza. Slowly but surely, it (and VPR’s tendency to report the liberal side of civic life) is making me and my little pad a yuppie’s dream. With Dr. bronner’s in my shower and seventh generation dish soap in my sink, I light patchouli incense sticks to smother my neighbor’s pot […]
This is what happens when you live in a teeny-tiny apartment squashed atop a pizza shop and billowed in pot smoke and profanity. You optimistically name your little plot “Pie in the Sky,” you cook whopper disasters in a chintzy oven, you make out like parakeets (long story — ask my husband), you pray a fistful of grateful prayers, […]
She knows the infamy of my husband’s family name, and after working with Nurse Gracie over the course of a few night shifts, she told me, “I bet you get asked all the time if you’re related to the bad Breers, Harley and all. Well, you know what! I’m gonna ask you if you’re related […]
November 28, 2011 Greetings from the Breers at Pie in the Sky! Christmas time finds me and Jeremiah elated over the arrival of snow and tardy in the writing of thank-you’s. Killing two birds with one stone, I sit down on a day off to wish you all a delightful holiday season and thank you […]
“Praise the Lord/ Praise the Lord/Let the people rejoice/Praise the Lord/Praise the Lord/ Let the people rejoice/Oh, praise to the Father and Praise to the Son/ To them be the glory/ Great things they have done” I recently learned this refrain from one of the many new friends I’ve been honored to make since moving […]
In Plainfield, even the carpenters wear T-shirts memorializing Che Guevara and Bob Marley, and they listen to rough-cut reggae and sport aviator glasses and West-coast vocabulary.
A little conversation taking place in a little library with a big man wearing big dreads: Man: “What’s funny?” Grace: “Was I laughing [turning around from her perusing of vintage books]?” Man: “Well, you look like you ought to be.” Grace: “I think I’ll take that to be a good thing.” Man: “… Are you […]