Whenever it gets too snowy, too cold, too windy, she goes shopping. Mind you, she doesn’t need a thing. She has everything—a hunka-hunka husband, a set of twin boys, who keep her busy taking pictures of their constant boredom; a spotless house, in which she tries to find what’s out of place. She does her best to keep herself hip, despite menopause and its sudden power surges that rise from her thick waist to flushed face. She tries to hid her fluster in bulk foods—a nervous laugh & small talk, while bagging a week’s worth of green bananas.
M. J. Iuppa lives on a small farm near Lake Ontario’s shores. Check out her blog for her musings on writing, sustainability & life’s stew.
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