The Call: Touch — Jessica Danny was nursing and napping on my lap this afternoon. There are a million and one things that I ought to be doing while he naps. But that would involve putting him down on the bed and he is just so comfortable on my lap. And I am so comfortable […]

The Call: Folding Poetry — Cheryl My fingers grasp the linen. My eyes check edge alignment. I make sure the folds are crisp, The fabric without wrinkle. The tablecloth you left me Must be completely perfect, Before I pack it away Forever. The Response: Plenty to Fold Tonight — Jessica …seven loads later, I can […]